Behold without the sun
Breath without the trees
Know that all is one;
Even as the present leaves.
Heavens o're far out
Atoms down beneath
Barely know what its about
Eyes may only see a piece.
Actor in a cosmic play,
Like stars with gravity move.
How true is it to say,
What all the world can do?
Language, a sounded harmony,
With which nature sings her melody.
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