Between Jupiter's bands and corporate stands,
There is a tale to be told of bumbling bands.
Walk with me through the glass jungle and up on high,
To see electrons and egos, spiralling in the sky.
For nature is not a CEO,
With crisp suit and polished ego,
Its algorithm's far more grand,
A complex dance, no human hand could ever command.
Ogle upon the neural network vast, its layers deep,
Yet tell me, does it come close to nature's eternal leap?
The corporate bot, its binary mind, spray painted with lies,
Not a patch on the vibrant canvas of sunsets in the skies.
Where is chaos theory in these office walls?
Or the strange beauty of fractal falls?
Instead we have the men, so small,
Playing gods with charts, not understanding at all.
In the quark and the code, truth can be mined,
But the finance shark, with his dollar blind eyes,
Fails to see the larger rhyme, the universal theme,
Prefering the shallow song of the shareholder's dream.
The cooperation of cells, the social insect's brood,
Corporate culture falls short of this multitudinous rood.
In hubris they claim to master nature's art,
Yet each venture is but a stuttering start.
From Fibonacci's sequence to the stock market's dance,
There lies an uncanny resemblance, more than just chance.
If only they'd see, if only they'd hear,
The song of the atoms, the universe's cheer.
So here is the jest, the cosmic prank,
A cruel twist, leaving executives' minds blank.
For all man's success and technological leaps,
We are but toddlers lost, in cosmos that never sleeps.