the Dance of the Quarks

In the heart of all things,  

small wonders twirl,  

quarks prance through space,  

a dance too tiny for our eyes,  

yet vital, spinning like stars.

Red, green, blue,  

they leap and swirl,  

binding forces pulling close,  

atoms revealing secrets,  

a rhythm of creation  

that writes the universe's poem.

Inside the protons,  

neutrons hold hands,  

while electrons waltz just beyond,  

the music of gravity,  

the pulse of existence,  

a delicate ballet in the dark, unseen. 

Here, where chaos meets design,  

beyond glass and steel,  

the tiny joins the grand,

every heartbeat, every breath,  

woven from this cosmic tapestry,  

each lives part of the dance,  

a truth that shakes the soul awake.

So, look closely, as above, so below, 

for life mirrors its smallest notes,  

in the dance of quarks,  

we find the stars and ourselves,  

infinite in form,  

and beautiful in motion.