Stick to me because of nature,
Years passed and we grew together,
Always more compatible.
My little hands recognize you,
Refusing the others
While we give life to a new superior entity.
Reacting
Give me oxygen, I cannot breath
Shake me more, shake me faster
Here you are little molecule
I found you.
Precision
On the edge of micrograms
I observe this world
And wonder what matters,
What makes a difference.
Laccase me
Thinking blue, thinking copper,
I sink in rings and oxygen bubbles.
How to describe perfect coordination?
Little hands hold the ion,
Tiny rings lay in you,
And magic happens.
