Atoms and molecules, sitting in a row.

We watch them spin, but where do they go?

They dance inside my blood of life, or work with cells to become unsure.

When they reach the point of uncertainty, they become real.

Life and blood,

chemicals and tears.

Eyes and toes,

hands or ears.

These are made of cells.

Cells and atom, similar alike.

Molecules, standard like rice.

My body creates its own food.

They all come together to chime in song.

Atoms, atoms, we like to show the elements sitting in a row.

Molecules, molecules, we are here,

look out, look out, inside your ear.

Cells, cells, visiting to stay,

we are in your body and we can’t be tamed.