Find it!
The sound rolls down the hill
And it feels like a bitter chill
I'm not looking for a thrill
But it's going for a kill
The Sun up high has smiled
Maybe it's not that wild
It's probably quantum compiled
The hills are perfectly styled
Things like that make me think
But I had better not blink
Because the horizon will shrink
Proving we're on the brink
If we don't make a substantial find
To determine how it's designed
Maybe two quarks are combined
Because neither are assigned
We just have to find it
Before we'll have to admit
We don't know one bit
Of how the atom will split
A find it sketch!
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
