Da Vinci Code

In trees, the branching arteries; 
In seeds, the beating heart; 
In rocks, the bones; in rivers, hair; 
The artist in the art. 

In Jesus Christ, geometry 
Both sacred and mundane; 
In women’s faces, mysteries 
Both holy and profane. 

In birds and beasts, the prototypes 
For fabulous machines; 
And pulleys, pumps, and filters hid 
In every human being.