where the sun never shines
the moss is growing fast
the water never dries
a year or two or maybe three
the warp has now set in
the rot is strong it won't last long
entropy in 3-D
pine needles join the dance
a moldy tango fierce
another drop another drip
the point of no return
beneath the moss under the pot
the wood is holding still
but touch the spot full of rot
it crumbles instantly
beware the dark and damp
where no light enters in
things left too long decay
compost in formation
before that moment passes by
move the pot let it dry
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