The days fly away.
The leaves fall down,
The winds surge above.
The thoughts range behind,
There is a movement always
whatever be the posture
there be an up and down
that of a sideways expanse too.
The revolution of the earth around the sun.
The rotation of the earth on 
its own axis .
The waning and waxing of the moon
all tell us about the motion
The waves coming in and going out
The sky clear turning cloudy.
The day becoming night,
all tell us about the changes routine.
The physic robust tending to become weak.
The youth in form aging to old in frailty
That be the nuances of transition
implying an intrinsic worth and flight
Meenas Poems 