my last monsoon...

One day a wise old tree speaks to a new born bush,
as you enjoy your first monsoon showers,
do remember my words when you get your first flowers....

Never get emotional with your space,
as this is not your final place.
Today they are happy to see you green,
tomorrow they'll be constructing their dream.

It begins the fight, where we dont' have a right,
they may not be pity..to see a new DB city.
In come the drills on your rocky father,
with the potential to turn the lakes rather.

May not call your town: city of lakes,
unless God himself put some breaks.

So do enjoy your first showers my son..
before you too are almost done...!


..aj