Under The Microscope Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

Beneath the lens, the world expands,
A hidden universe in grains of sand.
The microscope draws secrets near,
Reveals what eyes alone can't clear.

A drop of water comes alive,
With drifting forms that twist and thrive.
Cells divide, connect, repeat,
A crowded world in something small and sweet.

What once looked smooth is jagged, torn,
With ridges sharp and edges worn.
Colours bloom where none were seen,
In glowing slides of red and green.

Magnification shifts the truth we know
The closer in, the more things grow.
A single speck, a silent stain,
Becomes a map of loss and gain.

Each image captured, bright and strange,
Reminds us scale can always change.
For size is just the lens we use
To frame the worlds we choose to view.