The hum of the conditioner standing by, but the only sound in the room
A small hrmmmmm barely audible, but as maddening as quicksilver
It drives us all, wanting to finish, but it seems you never can.
We all dread it, and we wear gowns to prevent it, but it's always waiting for you to take them off
For those who listen, learn to hum along, making the stopping more abrupt, but it does stop, but they then enjoy life
The hum is now as loud as a cymbal crash, but I know it will stop soon.
We all know it
But do you?
So, now we must choose
Will you listen and hum along?
Will you tune in and out, only learning the harmony?
Will you block it out and retreat into the recess of silence?

Or will pick up a wrench and change the sound of the hum?

We all have this choice, and we all decide, but we do not know where that life will take from us, give us, bring us, and more.
We pick the choice, but will you chose the right one, or regret the one you chose?

The hum keeps on going, in the wind, in the trees, in the water, and in the ground.
It is Life, Nature, and Death.
We can face it and it will be honest, and will kiss you gently, but you may get a scratch every so often
We can hide and pretend it doesn't exist, but it will come back harshly with ten times the force

Frost gathered outside, and it told me

Life goes on, and so will Death, but accept it as it is.

Tell me what you think, what I could improve/did well on and have a good one!