In the realm of flesh and bone, we dwell,
Each part a note in a symphony’s swell.
Fingers dance to the rhythm of life,
Touching, creating, feeling the strife.

Eyes, the windows to our soul’s deep sea,
Gazing, reflecting, what we wish to see.
They capture moments, both joyous and sad,
Painting pictures of the times we’ve had.

The heart, a drummer with a constant beat,
Pulsing life through every vein and street.
It loves, it aches, it dreams in silent hues,
Carrying secrets, both old and new.

Feet, our pillars, grounding us to earth,
Taking strides, from the moment of birth.
They wander, explore, and lead us ahead,
Guiding our journey till the path is tread.