If ATP were to be human

If ATP were to be human, 

It would be a baker

Providing bread; providing life.

In another dimension, ATP is:

The regal Adenosine,

His sweet Ribose queen,

And an entourage of Phosphates at their flank;

Willing to give away their life 

For the kingdom of bread and honey

Once called by the duty of an enzyme. 

An ATP pump is like a windmill;

Like a waterfall descending the mountain,

It provides an energetic life of its own

Without even trying.

Aided by planet earth-

the form creates the content. 

The ATP enters and exits the cell

No border control nor colonial checkpoints there.

It roams the world with so much confidence and grace.