In the microcosm of our hidden world,
Tiny life dances unseen, unfurled,
Cells, the silent symphony within,
Where life and death begin again.

In veins and tissues, they weave and flow,
A universe in each, with secrets to show,
Guardians of life, they stand so small,
Yet in their dance, they hold us all.

In every breath, every beat, they thrive,
In the quiet chambers where they strive,
Tiny architects of growth and repair,
Crafting existence with utmost care.

So let us marvel at this unseen art,
The cells that play their crucial part,
In the vast theater of our being’s core,
The silent symphony forevermore.