This World Is An Exchanging Place!
It’s Give And Take! We’re Midst A Race!
The Pithy Sun Gives Light And Hues!
And, Heat, That Warms Our Souls And Hearts!!
In Turn, We Turn To Dust, Pure Dust;
Of Micro-Microns, Spread Athwart!
And, Move Upwards; Move Up, And Up;
In Quest Of Reaching Our Own Base!
It’s Give And Take! We’re Midst A Race!
On The Way, We Are Captured, Enshrouded:
By Condensing Moistures In Sky!
And, Clouds Are Formed ‘Round Us, Shortly;
We’re Thrust Earthward, Midst Thunderous Cry!!
And, Drop With Rain Droplets On Earth!
If Saved From Traps; We’re Back To Space!
Its Give And Take! We’re Midst A Race!
There, Various Forces Drag Us On:
And, Zigzag Paths Take Quite Long Time!
– Such Time, That Ages Pass Quietly;
That, We Are Speeding Fast: Past-Prime!!
You’re There; If We Can Reach: That’s True!
But After All, How Shall We Face?
It’s Give And Take! We’re Midst A Race!