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Natural Science

Oh I have studied science,
As I stare at my Christmas tree.
Part of it came from nature’s woods,
And part of it came from me.

Those tiny little needles,
The leaves of pine and scent,
Came up from the water in the ground,
And down from the sunlight spent.

From light and rain and precious air,
A weaving without machine,
Spun sugar twisted into wood,
An arcology in green.

As each to its own position,
The elements made their way,
From an inconspicuous speck of seed,
On an unknown dollop of clay.

And then a hand came calling,
Improving what was there,
To move the tree, and place it,
In dry, well-heated air.

Adorned with colorful trinkets,
Bestrung with wires and lights,
To decorate what was so plain,
Creating more decorous sights.

We’re celebrating nature,
And the place of man to it,
This is the branch we belong to,
Just after the twentieth split.

Well up from the base beginnings,
Quite close to the top of the tree,
That’s where you’ll find I’ve made my mark,
It’s the brightly glittering me.

Oh smell the fragrance drifting out,
Enjoy the twinkle and glow,
Of a natural occurrence.
It’s science don’t you know?

NicknamedBob . . . . May 8, 2009