Science and spirits

In the sterile glow of lab-lit night,

We seek the truths, cold and bright.

Through glass and gauge, through lens and light,

We map the stars, decode their flight.

With fervent hearts, we split the core,

Of atoms, cells, and much, much more.

We trace the veins of roots and lore,

Yet something whispers from the shore.

Beneath the microscope's keen eye,

The secrets of the world we pry.

Yet spirits dance where shadows lie,

Beyond the reach of our dark sky.

In forests deep and oceans wide,

Where nature's secrets softly hide,

We measure tides and count the stride,

But miss the soul, the hidden guide.

The heart that beats in silent night,

The soul that dreams in soft moonlight,

These truths evade our scalpel's bite,

They dwell in realms beyond our sight.

For in the void where data sleeps,

A mystery its vigil keeps.

A whisper from the ancient deeps,

Where science falls, and spirit leaps.

So let us blend the dark and bright,

Embrace the shadows, hold them tight.

For in the dance of wrong and right,

We find the soul, the hidden light.

In this twilight, soft and wild,

Where science meets the mystic child,

Let love and reason be beguiled,

By the unseen, the undefiled.