Beneath the skin where wounds reside,
Decay and pain so deep inside.
Yet, nature grants a subtle grace,
As maggots come to heal the place.
At first, they land with careful tread,
Meanwhile, they sense what must be shed.
With enzymes soft, they break apart,
The lifeless flesh, a hollowed art.
Furthermore, they cleanse with great precision,
Removing germs with keen incision.
Not only that, but as they stay,
Bacteria fade and melt away.
In addition, their touch inspires,
New tissue forms as wounds respire.
Soon, vessels weave, and cells embrace,
Thus, healing quickens in its pace.
Instead of knives so sharp and cold,
These creatures work as healers bold.
Therefore, when wounds refuse to mend,
Maggots may serve as nature’s friend.
Even though it may seem strange,
The cycle turns—a wondrous change.
Ultimately, where pain had thrived,
New skin is born, and life revived.
