Nature’s Lightwork

In golden rays the sunlight spills,
Upon the leaves on quiet hills.
A breath of air, a drop of rain,
Drawn gently through each green-veined vein.

From sky comes six of CO₂,
From roots the water filters through.
The leaf, a lab with no device,
Transforms them both in silence, twice.

With light as spark, the magic starts —
New bonds are formed, new life imparts.
Out flows the gift of O₂ clean,
While sugar feeds the plant unseen.

No noise, no flame, no waste, no fuss —
Just quiet work: photosynthesis.

this short poem written with the help of AI