Vector
As the wind blew upon the scattered seeds
Randomly it spreads over the enormous greens
Into a delicate pattern as nature intended
As if mirroring a maze of blossoming flowers
The world waltz on with its spinning wheels
Still it spins and spin it still
Spinning in stillness motioning at its peak
On the earth bull's horn
On the mixed soil with clay
On the burning from smokeless fire
The wind
Still blowing the seeds over the entire universe
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