In realms where breath’s the vital thread,
Pulmonology’s light is spread.
Where airways hum with whispered sighs,
And lungs breathe life ‘neath azure skies.
In this realm, doctors take their stand,
With knowledge vast, a healing hand.
Pulmonologists, they’re called with pride,
Guiding breath through each tide.
Asthma’s wheeze, COPD’s hold,
Pneumonia’s chill, TB’s unfold,
Lung cancer’s shadow, a daunting sight,
Pulmonologists brave the night.
With skill and care, they chart the course,
Through trials dark, with steadfast force.
With bronchoscopes and tests of breath,
They delve, they probe, they conquer death.
In tandem with therapists, they stand,
Crafting care, a master’s hand.
For every breath is precious gold,
In the tale of life, it’s often told.
So raise a toast to those who fight,
In the realm where breath ignites.
Pulmonologists, heroes true,
In every breath, we owe to you.
