Adventurer I call myself
Trying to garner some nerve
I knock at fortune door
Behold! There is a law
Though inquisitive I am
But could not get the understanding by palm
My enquiry continues in the dark
Until daylight still held in the stack
Answer to the question I probe
Even in my white linen and robe
The earth revolves around the sun
this restlessness it made its fun
Different seasons emerge, diverse weather surface
Tilting as it rotates,
Day and night it provocates
Yes, dry and wet never leave its crest
That's why Life never abhor her nest
Go to the North, South, East or West
the message Nature is passing to the rest
No pain, no gain
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