Cells, the silent architects of life,
Building, mending, thriving in the unseen.
In every nook, a tale of strife,
And whispers of what has always been.

The nucleus, a beacon of command,
Directs the dance, a symphony of fate.
Through tiny threads, its messages expand,
Ensuring life, both delicate and great.

Mitochondria, the powerhouse within,
Fuels the dreams of every living part.
With every breath, a journey to begin,
A testament to nature’s art.

Membranes guard the sanctity of space,
A fortress, yet a bridge to all around.
In every cell, a cosmos we embrace,
In silence, where life’s secrets are found.