When Nature speaks
through us
without our intermission
Beauty is born.

Harmony penetrates our universe,
and within our black hole
a seed sprouts wings
from our very Core

and in a defiant move
against gravity flies
to greet the Morning star;

To converse
in all the silent accents
only Nature's tongue comprehends;

To return
with the fruits of knowledge
that will feed the future beings
hungering for something more.