The plants need no movement

They shine where they're planted

Roots going deep and branches high

Fruits that it bears or flowers sweet scented

 

The animals need no graduation 

Their knowledge is inborn to their needs

Reflecting on what must be necessary

Moving from place to place in search of things

 

The sun and moon are running races

Placed high above everything else

They neither set nor rise in any direction

Just rotating in a place on their axis

 

We the intellectually blessed

An art learnt so well

Yet exhibit nothing of what we have

Always complaining and seeking everything best

 

Woe be to those who are moaners

Always crib for what more to have

Discontented and deformed spiritually 

Laggards to home and work they destined to own