Devotedly performing,
Its fixed duty
steadily but majestically,
Walking in circles,
Never stumbling,
Not ever taking rest,
Ever in a mystical dance,
Be it dark or light,
Doing for a purpose,
Nature is at service,
To man...
...ungrateful and unaware,
True! the sages say,
Nothing would be there,
No creation at all!
All is for sustaining...
the viceroy of God
on earth,
To carry out his job.
Mykoul
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