Sweet was that nudge of the exterior heavens
Rays of sun, typical yet perceived so illicit
“You can’t go out” says a lady from porch
“For everything you see guides to demise”

Smartest animal yet so frail we stay at our abode
Wind blowing from pane evokes a dream within
Scowled at the year but our nemesis was to blame
For once the earth kicks off we won’t fail it again