Within the skull, a realm unseen, The Cerebrum reigns, vast and keen, A mighty force of thought and will, Where reason shapes, and dreams fulfill.
Divided into halves, it stands, Two hemispheres with intricate plans, Each holding secrets, tasks to share, A mirror of the mind’s great flair.
The frontal lobe directs the way, In thought and movement’s grand ballet, Where choices bloom, and actions rise, And plans are formed in measured ties.
The parietal feels the world’s touch, Temperature and pain, so much, A map of senses, vast and wide, That guides us through life’s shifting tide.
The temporal holds the songs of time, Memory’s rhythm, sound’s pure chime, It weaves the echoes of the past, A thread of stories, ever vast.
The occipital clears our sight, In visions sharp, both day and night, It brings the world in colored hue, A painter's palette, fresh and new.
With gyri, sulci, deep and bold, The cortex wraps its folds of gold, To store the knowledge, let it grow, In neural paths that ever flow.
So here, the cerebrum does reign, A guide to joy, to thought, to pain, The seat of all that makes us whole, The master of the mind and soul.
