Gig-Zig

If one makes his work a gig
And plays with it to his heart's fill
He shall learn many a trick
A feather in his cap it may also bring

When honey one takes from a beehive
He smokes and punctures it outright
Many a bee are wounded and killed
But does a bee stop making honey still

What autumn and what spring
A conifer remains ever green
Weathering a storm too many
It stands tall majestically

Be it a zig or a maze complicated
Nothing shall overwhelm or make you sick
When like a new song you learn it and sing
Things fall in place and you win

Some wear a wig and some go bald headed
What matters is the field on which hair sit
Their roots touch not what gives meaning
To life riddles simmering deep therein

East sees sunrise while west sleeps
West wakes up when sun is below horizon still
Much warmth and light give such souls
Which burn and slog in service

So what if you fall
Learn from an ant that crawls
Does it ever give up
Though a hundred times it falls

Make life a gig
Shake a leg and twist
Keep going forward
When nothing in your favor swings!