Upon the canvas of fair skin so bright,
Dances a freckle, kissed by the light.
A tiny circle, so humble, so small,
Yet holds the sun’s whispers, its radiant call.
Brown or golden, a melanin trace,
A story of sunlight etched on a face.
No armies of cells do gather in might,
Just pigment’s soft bloom in the warm morning light.
Ephelides, fleeting, they come and they go,
Fading in winter, with summer they glow.
While lentigines, steadfast, refuse to recede,
A steadfast reminder of life’s gentle creed.
Borne on the winds of a gene’s hidden lore,
The MC1R unlocks freckles’ door.
Passed down through families, a charming decree,
A legacy written in biology’s spree.
No harm they bring, no malady’s guise,
Just specks of the earth and the sun’s endless skies.
But if a freckle should change its refrain,
A mindful eye keeps all worries at bay.
They bloom like constellations across the skin’s plane,
Stars of the epidermis, never the same.
Sun’s tender touch awakens their song,
A fleeting reminder where we all belong.
So let the freckles be badges of light,
Marks of a journey, day turned to night.
Celebrate these spots, both fleeting and rare,
For they make us unique with the stories they bear.
