Great tress manicured;
Cut and shaped to fit lest they overgrow
Space allotted them.
Aesthetically pleasant.
Cut the branch,
Rake the leaves.
Make it look like they never let go a mess to
Shed
The old and become
Stronger and taller.
Invisible cages even for them,
The mighty oaks.
Still they keep straining to grow to their full potential so naturally;
Roots creeping underneath us all as we go
About this and that.
This and that.
The Magnolia trees are
Blooming. The flowers are stirring.
I watch the shades
Of color change on each leaf
As the sun rises.
As the greens brighten so
Quickly in response to the
Slightest touch of light,
As they come to life.
Anticipation trembling from
Root to top in realization there has come
Another
Day to grow.
The squirrels chitter.
The butterflies dance and the
Trees keep company as they do.
They sing in sweet harmony,
“Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Open your eyes and heart.
See. See. See.”
Neglect
Kills beauty inside and out.
Everyone
Heals.
They
Blossom and grow
If you tend to them.
I have found my garden
Is beginning to grow
Out beyond my fortress walls.
My flowers have begun to blossom
And
Over take
These well built defenses
Row by row.
Chole Into Diamonds 