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