The earth is spherical like an egg
Laid by hen
A bit far from a den
In a season that is wet
The eggs could be ten
If they hatch in present tense
But if in future tense
Would they end as eggs or hen
Not all that glitters is gold
Shinning in the day as light in darkness
Becoming blind in the day
But walking at night
If while we hold we fling or thrust
Would it fall on hard floor and break?
If while we pet and pester much
Would it lose warmth or cold to come forth
Like a muster seed
That fall on a stony ground with joy
And bear no fruits
Change then becomes constant