Nature is the wheel
growing from a center unseen
It all seems unreal
A wheel in a wheel
inside a dream

Segments of time
between pillars of sand
An echo and a rhyme
with an undefined plan

Yet it grows
as it goes
as it encircles
its heart
In some kind of
equation
making random
art

The web is a strand
of the smallest detail
laid out along
a most curious trail

The shell of the creatures
who live in the sea
seem insignificant
to most like me

Yet they hold
in their form
from time born
something grand
A mystery
that men
can't quite
understand