These Hands

world where germs may dance unseen,

A tale unfolds of hands, so keen.

With soap and water, a ritual's start,

A symphony of cleanliness, a work of art.

Oh, humble hands, the silent bearers,

Touching the world, its varied layers.

In the dance of life, a rhythmic spin,

Handwashing begins, let the cleansing begin.

Bubbles bloom like fragrant flowers,

As water cascades in cleansing showers.

Soap, a hero, in microbial fight,

Washing away the unseen blight.

Between each finger, and under each nail,

The importance of handwashing shall prevail.

A defense against the lurking foe,

A daily ritual, let the importance grow.

In the chorus of scrubbing, a mindful song,

Germs and worries, they don't belong.

A pledge to health, a promise to care,

Handwashing, a ritual beyond compare.

So let the faucet's melody sing,

As hands embrace the cleansing spring.

In the suds and lather, a safeguard found,

Handwashing, a symphony that echoes around.