Make Way!

Empty the shell that giveth the nut

Brown grows the flesh of an apple cut

Weary the spirit found stuck in a rut

Prying at window forever fast shut

Soft mien too often understated

Is overlooked and relegated

But turned around and motivated

When finally bound is liberated

Becomes a beacon holding sway

As empty shell just falls away

Intimidators now make way

For every dog shall have its day!