An infinitesimal red bug traverses the table
In two-dimensional Brownian motion
And at our most splenetic nadir
The world submits opportunities for wonder

Vernal equinox and the parliament of fowls
Emit their collective Hear
Regardless of the audience
Genetically disposed to respond as to music

Thereby suggesting an ecological advantage
But who cares
Since nature is good and song is good
And the poetry of earth is ceasing never