With logic's brush and reason's pen,
Science paints a world unseen.
Not landscapes grand, nor figures bold,
But stories etched in atoms cold.
Through microscopes, like artist's gaze,
It peers into the smallest maze,
Where galaxies in cells reside,
And swirling nebulae confide.
Telescopes, like lenses wide,
Unveil the cosmos, deep inside,
Where stars ignite, and planets dance,
A cosmic ballet, given chance.
Each equation, a verse so clear,
Explains the music planets hear,
From gravity's grand symphony,
To light's ethereal melody.
In patterns found, in cycles spun,
A hidden beauty, subtly won,
From chaos born, a form defined,
Nature's masterpiece, refined.
Not just cold logic, but a thrill,
To witness nature's grandest skill,
In every curve, a brushstroke bold,
In every cycle, stories unfold.
So let us see with scientist's eye,
The artistry that cannot lie,
In every atom, every star,
Science, the art of what we are.

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