In case you hadn't noticed
And if it was not explained
The world spins on its axis
It couldn't be more plain.

It often spins in circles
Leaving echoes there behind
Small arcs of light and shadow
Lighting up my restless mind.

It speaks in thoughts and whispers
Like wreaths of mist and smoke
A wreath of faith and science
Like wheels of spinning spokes.

These are the days we follow
A spiral staircase heaven bound
Winding through the cloud-banks
A long way upwards from the ground.