As the world keeps spinning, with its tendencies
Adapting to changes, the falling leaves
The rising shoots, struggling for sun
Digging roots, but still can run
To where or how, answers are shown
The place to stand, your feet do know
With purpose inclined, rocks and rain
Cannot stop, the surging strain
Knowing no limits, time full of moments
Pieced together, a linear sequence
If you can find it, puzzles to pieces
The ripened fruit, along the oasis