In the quiet chambers of life’s grand design,
Lies a tale of nature, often left behind.
A humble act, unseen and unsaid,
Yet in its essence, life’s story is read.
Through winding paths, where sustenance flows,
A journey begins, where only nature knows.
From feast to waste, a cycle complete,
The unsung hero, beneath our feet.
Oh, the silent whispers of biological art,
A process pure, straight from the heart.
Transforming matter in ways profound,
Leaving traces, lifeâs eternal round.
Embrace the balance, the unseen grace,
In every end, a new life’s trace.
Poop, the word, so simple, so true,
A testament to life, in all that we do.