Gaia and Pan

By Ruby, age 15


Is there meant to be science in art

Or an art in science fiction

Should I write with numbers?

Or let ink flow into description


Can there be a calm in knowing one

Not all, for none knows reality –

Why the flowers grow in sun

Or why fields welcome bee


Do I need to find the cell of a leaf?

To search for a meaning in existence

A meaning that is impossible to fit

Into scriptures or a definition of persistence


May I feel content with a planet

That needs no validation in being

Or why this species is capable of

discovering, destroying, fleeing


Let there be no reason why we love

Or why it creates that burn in our core

Why we never get bored of these poems

But are taught those about war –


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