In the labyrinth of the spine, signals intertwine, From the tips of fingers to the mind's design. Electric whispers, through axons they race, Carrying the secrets of touch, pain, and grace. Oh, the nerves, they weave and wind, A symphony of signals, one of a kind. From the brain to every part, Connecting us, heart to heart. Dendrites reaching, seeking out the spark, Neurons firing, lighting up the dark. Synapses bridging, the gap so wide, Transmitting the essence of life inside. Oh, the nerves, they weave and wind, A symphony of signals, one of a kind. From the brain to every part, Connecting us, heart to heart. Feel the tingle, feel the rush, Nerve endings in a gentle hush. Pain and pleasure, joy and fear, All sensations crystal clear. Myelin sheaths protect the flow, Speeding messages we need to know. Autonomic, somatic, they guide our way, In the dance of life, come what may. Oh, the nerves, they weave and wind, A symphony of signals, one of a kind. From the brain to every part, Connecting us, heart to heart. In the body's intricate design, Nerves are threads, so fine. Invisible, yet always there, The silent bearers of our every care.