Biology is a poem, People hate biology, With its twisted terms, Its intricate art They feel it's senseless But Biology...is a poem. Beyond the terms Lies an eye, That sees every little detail The beauty of creation itself Biology is a poem. Beyond "Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell" It shows how small we are, We all are cells Yet how huge, that small is Biology is a poem. Radiant or dull, the skin is still the same tissue In all it is "Stratified squamous epithelium" Yet it shows how unique we all are, The twisted thread's from universe's frock, Make us...us. Made of the fusion of something that was To something that never was In the whole empire of nature There is something that is so different, Something having the worth of dust in the universe, But the dust so complex, The dust so priceless. Non living substances Combine so beautifully, To make anything else, but life And life with such diversity. With its catchy lines, its complexity, its simplicity And its uniqueness, Biology is a poem.