There’s mystery and maybe miracle
In how all earthly life has come to be,
On which for centuries our thinkers mull
Attempting to resolve in theory.
That random chance should stumble upon life
Is no more probable than that a breeze
Should play a Bach concerto on a fife—
No, something in the universe decrees
And then designs increased complexity
Evolving over eons till at last
Organic matter hatches in the sea
And all before is instantly outclassed
By creatures of a transcendental kind
With access to the Universal Mind.