Nothing is Mere

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars— Mere globs of gas atoms. [Chorus] Nothing is "mere". I too can see the stars on a desert night, And feel them. But do I see less or more? [Verse] The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination— Stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch One-million-year-old light. Rushing all apart from some common starting point When the stars were perhaps all together. What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the why? [Chorus] Nothing is "mere". I too can see the stars on a desert night, And feel them. But do I see less or more? [Verse] For far more marvelous is the truth Than any artists of the past imagined! Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter If he were like a man, But if he's an immense spinning sphere Of methane and ammonia Must be silent? [Chorus] Nothing is "mere". I too can see the stars on a desert night, And feel them. But do I see less or more? But do I see less or more?