Window of opportunity- staked and ready is the land
Save for harshness and ferocious storms
Burgeoning growth and every space inside
Is filled;
Potential screams from frame and sill
For that window of opportunity to present;
And so the question phrased is
In or out?
We try a voice of reason:
Month of May,
When riotous colour floods the bank
And nature itself cannot be held
But in my hands
Precarious has it fallen;
One move and all is lost,
Returned to soil
Only to start again,
Amidst ethereal voices born on the winds:
Times are changing.
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