In labs where silence reigns, beneath the watchful glass,
Unveiling nature’s codes, in numbers and in mass.
With each discovery’s cheer, a truth grows ever clear,
Our quest to heal and save, may cost the earth so dear.
Where verdant forests stood, now sterile fields we find,
For progress marches forth, not always kind.
Innovation’s double blade, can cut both ways,
Bearing life or wielding death in its ambiguous haze.
Yet, hope’s persistent seed through science gently sown,
Can foster care for Earth, through facts and figures shown.
For every tree that falls to industry’s might,
May research plant anew, in dawn’s forgiving light.
Let not our knowledge quest, blind us to our home,
For in this cosmic breadth, ’tis all we truly own.
A balance must we strike, with research as our torch,
To guard the nature’s trust, and heal our planet scorched.
(Written by ChatGPT)
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