"Discovery"

Billions of dollars
Staring in space,
Looking at God,
Mirror in our face.
Counting the atoms
One by one,
Finding our essence,
Warmth of the sun.
Questing the answers,
Hide and seek,
Come in the end
For the strong,
And the weak.
"The joy of it all!"
We think at the peak,
It's not in the find,
But wonders of seek.

Copyright 2001 Clasmeyer