Dear young offspring of a plant I never noticed,
You stand at your mothers base
a little greener
with
lopsided leaves!.
She stands
above you,
over you
with a kink in her trunk!.
Her branches bloom
outwards, then down
parachuting
over you!.
You cling with one last limb, an arm, a hand!.
You cling/rest/love with grateful affection, yet
lopsided outwards you lean
seeking something else!.
She is beautiful and you know nothing else
but
you seek something else!.
So you'll grow
or die!.
You'll never get stuck the way you are
or the way she is!.
Don't worry,
change comes with time,
and time beats on so long as you let it!.
So let her
filter your drops and turn your soil
let her feel your lean and brush with the wind!.
Soon you'll change
and
so will she!.
Call me if it's not so,
for perhaps you've stopped time
if even
for a moment!.Www@QuestionHome@Com