Implied in an atom of deuterium, fusion,
An isotope of plutonium, fission,

Implicit in a prism, a rainbow,
Glowing in the mist where it seems to grow,

Implicit in DNA, all that lives,
An atom of gold, what a king or queen gives,

Such beauty in the physical world, the norm,
The epitome is the human form,

Billions of faces, no two alike,
Except in siblings, two to a bike,

A thousand expressions on unique visages,
Even a baby coos or grimaces,

Subtle meanings to the curl of a lip,
Innuendoes, even in the tilt of a hip,

From the warm glow of gold to a diamond on her hand,
All things implied by the Creator's plan.

by D. Edgar Murray