Still dancing!

Trillions of cells do make me uniquely what I am on this fine day.
Dividing and multiplying in utterly mad and wild disarray.

Yet, many in this army of mine, these tiny building blocks of life.

Are born, live and fight, then bravely die each night.

Were even a single cell, to know what a part of the whole they were actually part of,

That would far far transcend my knowledge of God, so high up above.

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