Me, Aristotle and the Potato

 
Peripatetic potato, so restless,
swirling in the fields.
Her journey is a dance.

In fertile land it sprouts.
Exploring the unknown
roots seek their way.
Traces of earth, signs of life.
Peripatetic potato
in search of new stops.

Under the sun and under the rain
it advances fearlessly.
Every step is a discovery.
Between stones and dry leaves
its path is traced.
Peripatetic without whereabouts.

Winds blow ancient stories.
in a curious listening.
Its heart always wandering.
Night falls, stars watch,
potato follows its course.
Dreams of distant fields.

Murmuring streams guide it.
Through the water it slides
its secrets in the currents.
Between trails and dense woods.
It's lost and found.
Peripatetic potato always on the move.

The journey is a symphony
of roots and destinies,
peripatetic potato in the dance of life.