In the neural web where thoughts ignite,
Dendrites dance in the synaptic light,
Chemical messengers sing the call,
Neurons firing, our minds enthral.

In the language of biology,
We process life so subtly,
From genes to cells, our story’s told,
In the rhythm of the brain’s hold.

The cortex maps our dreams and fears,
While epigenetic whispers steer,
The symphony of genes unfolds,
In patterns where our fate beholds.

In the language of biology,
We process life so subtly,
From genes to cells, our story’s told,
In the rhythm of the brain’s hold.

Mitochondria hum their tune,
Energy flows from dusk to noon,
Proteins fold in shapes so grand,
Each a note in life’s vast band.

In the language of biology,
We process life so subtly,
From genes to cells, our story’s told,
In the rhythm of the brain’s hold.

In every strand of DNA,
In every synapse, come what may,
We think in lines of coded rhyme,
In the language of biology, we find our time.