Here’s a remedy wrapped in Riddles and Rhyme.
I move with the waves though I’m standing still,
A dizziness grips me against my will.
Sleep lost in care for a loved one dear,
Leaves me weak and clouded with fear.
A traveler’s foe when the carriage does sway,
My head grows heavy, my thoughts drift away.
Empty stomach? — I’ll make you reel!
Spinning and nausea, that’s my deal.
Who am I, that so gently mends,
The weary, the dizzy, when the world bends?
✨ Guess the remedy! ✨
