Concert of Randomness

Oh Naturalism, I celebrate your bounty.
You warrant that I wonder and watch
From pollen grain to atom a-plenty.

From Closterium's titbitty tip bit
To globby gloopy cytoplasmic goop,
And the wiggly whirling of a waning ciliate.

You cry of connectedness no less.
No miracle but miracle enough.
You are Concert of Randomness. 1

1 I declare this to be my own work, entirely. In particular, no AI was used in any research, analysis, synthesis, writing, nor typesetting of this work. In short, AI was not recruited at any time in this work. Errors and inaccuracies are therefore proudly my own.