Battling against nature

Towards its race in the front;
To the forward in tone of speed,
Where the speed permits itself.
To move and the race in the wake
The plants and animals which live
And fade away for the sake of moving
And moving with limitless moods;
 Of life with inmate for another
Ecosystem with peaceful earth and water.
It has its own speed with its race intoning
For moving to and fro for attraction
In the tension of the rope not limiting
Because of tendency to go on so far it
But when its revolving speed diminishes
It stops proceeding no more ahead
Beckoning its life span ending forever.
The top moves and moves ignoring its speed
And race towards its younger motion;
For ignoring struggle for existence ,
Against painstaking race to fight against
The motion and its rectilinear but zigzag
To propagate through the bending winds
And its gusty miniature to rise against race.

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