My Lasting Minutes

A marvel of flesh, a wonder of form,
Through cells and systems, a life is born.
Thirty-seven trillion, each plays its part,
Two hundred types, a masterpiece of art.

Skin, a shield with a billion strong,
Defends our essence all day long.
The brain, a cosmos of thought unfurled,
A hundred billion neurons shape our world.

The retina dances with colours ten million,
A vibrant mosaic of vivid dominion.
A hundred-and-twenty-seven million cells, precise,
Paint visions of beauty beyond any device.

The heart, a drumbeat, a tireless friend,
A hundred-and-fifteen thousand times a day to the end.
It moves our blood through vessels unspoken,
Forty-two billion pathways, a bond unbroken.

Six litres flow, through rivers divine,
Ten percent of our weight, a lifeblood line.
Breathing twenty-three thousand sighs each day,
A rhythm of life in a seamless ballet.

Muscles and joints, six hundred and forty,
Three hundred and sixty connections, sturdy and hearty.
Bones, two hundred and six, a structural feat,
A foundation of strength from head to feet.

Saliva streams, with voices to treasure,
Enough to fill two pools, a lifetime's measure.
An intricate dance, a precise design,
The human body, a gift divine.

A testament to our life's complexity,
A living symphony of a Godly reality.
Within this form, a miracle lies,
A masterpiece that thrives, adapts, and flies.