Deep within the brain’s intricate sprawl,
A seahorse-shaped wonder governs it all.
Nestled beneath the cerebral dome,
The hippocampus calls its realm a home.
Guardian of memories, old and new,
It weaves the threads of life’s vibrant hue.
From fleeting moments to treasured lore,
It anchors us, recalls, restores.
In the labyrinth of spatial design,
It maps the paths where stars align.
Through winding roads and unknown terrains,
Its guidance ensures the course remains.
Emotions flow through its sacred gate,
Binding feelings to memories innate.
Joy and sorrow, fear and delight,
Entwined forever in its light.
Yet fragile, it bears a heavy toll,
When damage threatens its vital role.
Amnesia’s shadow, the loss of recall,
A broken bridge, a fragmented hall.
But hope resides in its neuroplastic ways,
A spark of rebirth through life’s maze.
New neurons rise, a testament to repair,
A phoenix reborn in the mind’s lair.
Oh, hippocampus, guardian divine,
Within your curves, mysteries shine.
A sentinel of thought, emotion, and space,
You shape the essence of the human race.
In your depths, the universe does dwell,
Stories to tell and secrets to spell.
Seahorse of memory, dreamer’s guide,
You sail through the tides of the mind inside.
