I secluded myself in a world of plants
A hospitable yet depressingly unresponsive vegetative land
Like ivy I spread throughout it, recklessly growing to explore farther
In search of support, a rapidly more precious commodity
But overgrowth has doomed me with choking my supporters
I’ve dived into the mystery of the bush to find it isn’t as deep as it seems
Harsh wood just beyond its many leaves, the dive hurt
Opposite the cactus, I discovered an oasis and siphoned it too fast
I couldn’t savor the taste as it went down my throat and still I was thirsty
I climbed too high in the trees, though beautiful, I was lonely and scared of heights
I wanted down but it was quite a fall from that great view
Sadly I could only look straight down, and couldn’t enjoy it.
Like the dandelion I was unwanted while compared to an endless sea of perfection, grass
Stifled in my grotesque uniqueness, I reaffirmed my stain
Attempting to nurture a greenhouse of greenery requiring no manure
I found that the only outcome was my stench
I never redid, relived the magic of the time, “stopped to smell the roses”
As I attempted a garden with the desire for constant work, to oppose that of reality
I didn’t enjoy the plants, simply used them and now what’s left is dried and shrived
Alas I still have the undying redwood, one last pillar of the genius I created and despoiled
He must burn.
In a blaze of glory he shall die, unlike his siblings, majestic and proud
His death shall bear the fruits many more to come, new life for me to love
Having learned from these experiences, I’ll create a new garden.
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