A field constantly evolving.

Like a gear that never stops spinning.

New medicine, new technology

Popping up from every crevice of the world,

With only the benefit of the people in mind.

A force focused on the wellness of others,

Something that is often lost these days.

Life saving devices created annually

And the ideas for how they work, 

Hardly understandable to anyone besides the creator.

MRIs, cat scans, x-rays, and more.

Like looking glasses into the body

But the body is a chest that has been bolted shut

Leaving me to believe it's nothing other than pure magic.

Like the sparkly purple and blue

That shoots from the end of a wand in fairy tales.

Except here, it's real.

It was made by the hands and minds of humans.

And maybe that's why it calls my name.

Maybe that's why my child self and myself now 

Still want to be involved somehow.

Because it appeals to the magic that children love

And also to the hands on experience that I crave now.

Machines and people working hand in hand

To give the ill and wounded a chance of survival.

A field so pure, it's only intention is to heal.

Procedures always changing,

Efficiency and safety working side by side.

Technology comes and goes with new creations, revolving.

A field constantly evolving.