In the dance of the unseen,
Tiny motors walk the strands,
Kinesin and dynein,
March to nature's grand commands.
Microtubules guide their path,
In the labyrinth of cells,
Silent guardians of our fate,
In their intricate hotels.

Autonomous and automatic,
In our bodies, pure mechanics,
Yet above, the mind takes flight,
Through dimensions, day and night.
From the smallest moving part,
To the magic of our hearts,
We are miracles in motion,
Lost in trivial commotion.

Cells communicate with whispers,
Biochemical symphony,
Mitochondria’s power,
Fuelling life's grand mystery.
DNA's spiral staircase,
Holds the code of what we'll be,
While our minds, they wander,
Through a vast, unseen sea.

Autonomous and automatic,
In our bodies, pure mechanics,
Yet above, the mind takes flight,
Through dimensions, day and night.
From the smallest moving part,
To the magic of our hearts,
We are miracles in motion,
Lost in trivial commotion.

Neurons fire, thoughts ignite,
Consciousness in fragile light,
While our bodies, they perform,
A ballet in the norm.
We’re distracted by the show,
Of who wears what, and who we know,
Forgetting the profound,
In the mundane that surrounds.

Autonomous and automatic,
In our bodies, pure mechanics,
Yet above, the mind takes flight,
Through dimensions, day and night.
From the smallest moving part,
To the magic of our hearts,
We are miracles in motion,
Lost in trivial commotion.

So take a moment, close your eyes,
Feel the wonder, realize,
Every breath, a gift bestowed,
In the miracle we hold.
Autonomous and automatic,
Yet profoundly enigmatic,
We are life, we are light,
In the darkness of the night.