In the temple of our mortal frame,
A symphony of life, each part a name,
A complex dance, a wondrous play,
The functions of our organs, day by day.

Let's start with the heart, a rhythmic drum,
Pumping crimson rivers, life has come,
Through veins and arteries, a ceaseless flow,
A testament to nature's art, we know.

The lungs, like bellows, rise and fall,
Inhale the breath, the oxygen call,
Exchange of gases, a vital chore,
Life's energy renewed with every snore.

Our brain, a marvel, a thinking machine,
Where thoughts and dreams in concert convene,
Neurons firing, sparking the mind's flight,
Guiding our actions from morning to night.

Beneath our ribs, the liver's silent toil,
A chemical factory, detoxification's foil,
Metabolism's master, a vital gear,
Digesting food and quenching every fear.

The stomach churns, acids strong and bold,
Breaking down food, a tale of old,
Into nutrients, a nourishing blend,...