Meiosis is the way new life is made, Two rounds of cell division is its aim; This is how information is conveyed, Ensuring pairs of
Whilst it is certain that we all must die, Why is it that we must grow old with age? Our final acts upon this mortal
Your search for energy you can’t suppress, Looking for particles of light on waves. A perfect quantum engine you possess, Your search for energy you
So you were once a star that could not shine; Your mass too low, reactions could not start. A lonely planet, that was your design;
You reflect happily on times gone by, On parents that raised you the best they could. Her early life was damaged; you won’t pry.