Within the cell, a code both old and wise,
Inscribed in strands too small for naked sight,
The blueprint of all life in silence lies,
A thread that weaves through darkness into light.
From adenine to thymine’s faithful pair,
Each base a note in nature’s vast refrain.
Through coiled helix spun with tender care,
The traits of kin through ages still remain.
Yet not by fate alone is life designed—
Mutation stirs, and time selects its own.
In labs and lore, we seek, we map, we find
The keys that turn disease to flesh and bone.
O genetics, deep fountain of our truth,
You speak of ancient futures, old as youth.
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