If you don’t see poetry in nature you wouldn’t have a limb to stand on
If you don’t see poetry in the cosmos you wouldn’t have stars to guide you

I know it’s all science and math, patterns in bloom and chemical booms
But Fibonacci was a poet as much as the tides and the moon

As much as the flowers you give to your love
To show her the poetry of thinking of her

Under architecture so beloved, the art of poetry surrounds us
Poetry is existence, chaos and order, sacred, discarded and shameless

But when it all crumbles away to make room
For new poetry to bring future lust and doom

It’s merely poetry in motion
A poetic motion picture to view