In the silent realms beneath our skin,
A world of whispers softly spins,
Cells in harmony, a dance unseen,
Crafting life with threads so keen.

Tiny builders of life’s grand design,
In every heartbeat, their strength aligns,
A symphony of growth, repair, renew,
In colors vibrant, in shades of blue.

Through microscopes, we glimpse their grace,
An intricate ballet in a confined space,
Each cell a story, a universe small,
Together they rise, together they fall.

Guardians of health in a ceaseless quest,
In their quiet work, we find our rest,
The whispering dance of cells unfolds,
In the tapestry of life, their tale is told.