In labs of science, bright and sterile,
Where knowledge flows, a ceaseless rill,
They delve into a crystal dream,
An injection’s power, a potent scheme.

With needles fine and liquids clear,
They pierce the skin, without a fear,
To find the cure, the healing way,
In crystal’s touch, where hope holds sway.

A glimmering shard, a gem of grace,
It enters veins, a wondrous chase,
To mend what’s broken, soothe the pain,
In crystal’s realm, we break the chain.

Though fragile like the finest glass,
The crystal’s strength, none can surpass,
It heals, it mends, it brings delight,
Injections of crystal, a beacon of light.

So in the realm of science’s art,
Where healing meets a poet’s heart,
In crystal’s dance, we find perfection,
A remedy, a poet’s reflection.