Again And Again

Try again, again, and again
Like sun rays on the grains
Sly again, again, and again
Like the ideas in our brains
Fry again, again, and again
Like cakes in the frying pan
Ply again, again, and again
As the soft music of my fan
Fly again, again, and again
As the bird with wingspans
Cry again, again, and again
As babies in long lifespans
Dry again, again, and again
As the latter rains on trains
Sky again, again, and again
Like the storm on the plains