In the dawn of time, life's mystery lies,
In the strands unseen by the human eyes,
In the heart of cells, where secrets keep,
Watson and Crick began to seek.

With paper and pen, they drew the line,
A double helix, a twist divine,
A dance of bases, A and T, G and C,
Unlocking the code of destiny.

Oh, the double helix, spinning through time,
Unravelling secrets, oh, so sublime,
From the heart of the cell to the edge of the sky,
The code of life, soaring high.

Chargaff's rules whispered in the night,
Bases pair, and the fit was right,
Adenine with thymine, guanine with cytosine,
The patterns clear, a design unseen.

X-ray beams through the crystal clear,
Franklin's images brought the structure near,
Watson and Crick, they saw the light,
In the helix form, life's guiding sight.

From the simple code, a symphony,
The human genome, our legacy,
With every sequence read, a door unlocked,
To healing hands, the future docks.

Gene therapy, a beacon bright,
Promising cures in the darkest night,
From the tiniest cell to the grand design,
A future of health, our genes align.

With every twist, with every turn,
New hopes rise, old fears burn,
In the dance of A and T, G and C,
Lies the promise of what we can be.

From Watson and Crick to the future's gaze,
In the dance of genes, our anthem plays,
The double helix, a tale of light,
Guiding humanity through the night.

I have a song that few will sing
In honor of all suffering,
A song to which my heart can bring
The homage of believing—
A song the heavy-laden hears
Above the clamor of his fears,
While still he walks with blinding tears,
And drains the cup of grieving.

I ask not why, I only see
How poor is all our potency,
How soon the wise, the strong, the free
Some deadly bane discloses;
While he whose bread is doubly priced,
By whom all gain is sacrificed,
Keeps near to beauty, near to Christ,
And Socrates and Moses.

The captains and the gilded kings,
With all their marshalled underlings,
Are found to be but puny things,
Impermanent and hollow;
While up through terror, blood and dearth,
Poor men accounted little worth,
Still raise the beacon lights of earth
For truth and faith to follow.

So long as life is steeped in wrong,
And nations cry: "How long, how long!"
I look not to the wise and strong
For peace and self-possession;
But right will rise, and mercy shine,
And justice lift her conquering sign
Where lowly people starve and pine
Beneath a world oppression.

O sweet is power, dear is ease,
And beauty cannot fail to please,
But mightier far than all of these
Those chastenings of sorrow
By which alone the heart will dare
To mount beyond a world of care
On visions bright beyond compare
Of better things tomorrow.