Feynman

I have a friend who smells a flower

and says I do not see its beauty,

claims I murder to dissect.

But since I know much more than he,

of the silent atoms in their motions,

in the calyx, and the stigma,

in the flickering wings of a honey bee,

which smells the honey more than me,

I see a great deal more than he.

©Terry Hodgson2020