With Nature’s manifest ever as nude, Minerals ‘n’ oil in earth as crude; And the bases thus crystally-shrewd, Leave one no space to become rude. While items, issues, queue in archive, Instincts, in parallel, rushing to survive; ’Requires within - the unfailing drive, To boost up the essential vigour to dive. This marks, in life, the tending growth, The move towards the front, and forth; Such strides ’triggered by inner broth, ’Making the contents as much of worth.
