Science Raised Me

Look at the Earth:
View from the impeccable and jealous heavens;
The little blue orb just keeps turning,
Rotating,
The white clouds running and wisping across its path.
Below this Earth, tectonic plates mingle and transform;
Just as science raised them to do.
Now look down. Look much closer.
All those atoms grouping together; bonding, even.
They each run off to find their soul mate,
And never be parted.
Now look back up. All the way back.
My eyes are dashing across the sky to catch all the countless stars,
Each one burning light; sincere, passionate light.
Just as science raised them to do,
Each and every day of their long lives.
Going about their tasks for so many years,
Not once complaining,
Never doubting the reasons for doing so.
Some would see this as a physics lesson,
But I see only a sample of a universe filled with hope
That if all these beings can simply live their life
Doing the things they are eternally meant to,
Perhaps I can as well?
Sometimes I want just to quit, to give up,
To allow myself to be conquered.
But I, too, must continue forever rotating and glowing
Through the black sky.
Just as was intended for me,
Eternally.