My Heart

A book,
a passage,
a snippet of code.
Language, language, language flows.

A poem,
a limerick,
a sonnet of love.
A pale wind, pale wind, pale wind blows.

So simple,
So lovely,
So worthy of an ode.
Adulation, adoration, affection overflows...

Simple Science

Morning time sings.
Sunshine brings
life and love and all sorts of things.

It shines down upon us
Just a run away bus.
Its simple enough.
Without it, our lives tough

Without much confusion,
we are quite indebted to that hot stew of fusion.