The brimful box was beyond exhaustion,
It couldn’t handle constricted spaces anymore,
It had interested things to show,
And pent up ideas to grow.
The busied milieu had become such a rut,
That it had become impossible for the box to make the cut;
It was had been long time since it had last vent its spleen,
But with the sight a potential opening,
There was some leeway,
And this time it was far too keen.
Opportunity had come knocking from the most unexpected place,
Wrapped around by causal nonchalance;
The moment of truth as it appeared,
Was either going to retain its past competence,
Or complete wipe off even the last specks of its dominance.
Gladly, it proceeded positively,
Restoring everything on its way,
Whilst bringing some auxiliary elements for good measure;
The heavens opened up,
There was laughter and mirth all round,
Yet another gem had saved itself from getting bitten to dust,
And thereby, raising itself to the pedestal — that it and only it deserved to be.