They are, that nights would never win.
That dark and empty would give in.
For locked inside those sunbeams
Lies a photonfold of dreams.

They gave themselves
To pelagic waters deep
And into vacant ground
Their evanescent heat did seep.

But in the interstitial zones
Where lacustrine trickles slow,
With their energetic valence,
Supernatant stirs began to sow.

There, they made those phosphates
Stay with waters H₂O.
While here, the tall and slender fatties
Chose to hang with those they know.

And with radical oxygen impulse,
Not once but twice to take,
A tender touch of magic
They did inadvertently awake:

That spryly freed hydrogens,
By their twos to four to one,
Made long-term carbon friendships.
As one for four but all for one.

They are, that nights did never win.
That dark and empty did give in.
For once upon forgotten sunbeams
Lies their magic now within. 1