The youngest is a skinny one
Attracts attention, see how fast he runs
Spinning round and round, has no idea what it means
Brightens up the day, changes toddlers to teens
This active one thinks
It overshadows its kins
But when the people forget to say his name
He then knows the actual limit of his fame
Keeps on displacing around as ever, though
The middle one is not so thin
Lazy as a brick, knows not when to move to next scene
The small brother constantly urges him to move on
He replies I’m sorry, in this way I was born.
When the small one thinks his work is done, he dashes away
This lazy commits to himself that he can’t stay like this all day
He turns towards his brother and starts to speak
He then sees the little one smoothly reach the peak
As he waits to be reminded by his brother again
He slowly swipes the surface and moves to next lane.
The third is the oldest of all
Takes care of the thin one and the next who is tall
Is approached to by neither of them
The people wont realize when he went and when he came
He moves slower than the rest
He is too short but is the toughest
To see him move freely, is surely a demanding test
He resides in every man’s mouth
From east to west, people seem to disagree
But they understand, who hail from the north and south
Once in a while, when the brothers meet
Massive changes occur, and everything repeats.
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