Wheels Poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez

Little wheels, big wheels,
Roll to assert themselves,
Crush the blocking stones,
And stamp themselves into
The old, accepting earth.

When the wheels are crafted,
They are let loose,
Into the unexplored,
To seek their destiny.

Life is like a whee,
Uniting with the earth,
At one time, then
Caressed by the heaven,
At another time.

But when the wheel stops,
Rust and moss accumulate,
Then life gradually sinks,
Into an immovable inertia.