Through tiny portals, light sneaks in,
Meanwhile, the hands of science begin.
A scope descends, so thin, so bright,
Thus, it unveils the hidden sight.
Because precision is the key,
The tools move with dexterity.
Although the cuts are small and neat,
Inside, they work with steady beat.
First, the gas inflates the space,
Then, the surgeon takes their place.
Since vision now is sharp and clear,
Each motion flows with skill sincere.
For those in pain, relief is near,
So, healing soon will reappear.
If gallstones trouble, they depart,
And hernias mend, a brand-new start.
While stitches close the marks so slight,
Soon, the scars will fade from sight.
Instead of days in beds confined,
The patient walks with ease in mind.
Because the risk is much decreased,
And healing time is swift, at least,
Not only is the pain kept low,
But also, homeward one may go.
Through keyhole doors, the journey’s made,
Yet, strength returns, the fear will fade.
Therefore, in hands both skilled and wise,
A future bright will soon arise.
