Behold!

This much we know of a certainty that 
there is no force in the poverty of imagination
whose industriousness, creativity and brilliance 
can be imputed other than to that of nature. 
The sheer inexplicable scope of nature's 
fecund plan of existence in its complex and 
mannerly harmony, its famed inextricable 
interconnectedness stands as a monument 
to her genius capable of producing a scale 
of varied existence from an amoeba to a 
gaseous giant circulating in the vast and 
infinite ocean of space she has kneaded from
the vacuum of nothing to the heavenly
bodies hurtling through the firmament
her creation all-encompassing. It spells a
wonder whose mind-binding magnitude
entrances those of her sensate creatures
for whom her blueprint of life animates
their destiny and for whom she duly created
habitat and opportunity to expand their
presence. Yet which and who among that 
vast array has the capacity to stand before 
their maker in the ecstasy of beholding her 
wonders, the exalted beauty within which 
we live and thrive but her creation defined 
as worshipping, emulating humanity?