Circle Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The perfect shape of all shapes,
The teaching of the geometry teacher.
The perfection of spirituality,
In religion the so many chakras.

The spinning of the Earth,
In circle motion.
A dog chasing it's tail in perfect motion.
Running around in cir...

Causing laughter and merriment in children,
As round and round goes the carousel,
And the children go in circles.
The rolling shape causes non-stop motion.

The shape knows no sides.
This shape knows no sharpness.
This shape knows no stationary position.
The circle moves itself and things.

The motion of a skateboard,
The speed of a car,
Travelling on a train that's going afar.
The circle takes so much credit.

For all the fun we have.
For all the screams in Disneyland,
For the quick response of an ambulance,
For the stovetop shaped in a circle so.

My most favorite circle I know,
Are the tires of an aero,
The plane that moves so slow,
On the tarmac first,

Then in the position to GO! ! !

At circle speed,
As this airplane's round tires,
Launch it.