thought
I
it
would be
To make a Bonsai
pretty
tree
A little tree to just express The shadow
side of
me
Shape and form the branches every one precisely bent
And in the bending, try to show Which way my dreams all went But as
I
broke
I It
tried to force the tree it,
and
did the thing
I
cried
my
life
had done—Relationships had
died
I
looked outside and saw a tree
Reaching for the sky
And
thought
than
I
Now,
instead of forcing
things to be I
how Nature formed it—More
my way
step back, take a breath
And
wait for the brighter day.
Laura Rumsey
perfectly