Becoming A Better Gardener

From Earth they sprout, to reach the highest of heights,

Stretching to sit in the sun soaked shade,

Speaking to the sanity of stink bugs,

They don’t impede, just to attract a stampede,

Only to concede and bleed for others needs

But no one truly sees them, bruised and battered

For the world to see, on centre stage, with

Covered bites highlighted with floodlights

Yet there is no fence or walls to protect them

From the odious monsters, who poisonously fertilise,

Whom should be tranquillised, we should normalise

The safety of all the precious and pretty flora

That surround and support the taller trees

That can be seen from the other side of the city

As they reach the tops of the Minnesota apartments

But as they sit on the ground of a sidewalk

or park or in a pot in a house, they’re soon to be

Uprooted by their spouse or stranger,

Showing no imminent or impeding danger

But have always been endangered

But one lonely beautiful plant is locked behind

The window with the public peering in,

But starts swaying in the wind and when given the chance

To breath, to hear, to see, the city around

It rests in the penthouse as passers by

Start to rouse, with their 700 dollar blouse

Brutally belligerently baying back at the becalmed blossoms

Shunned away trying to hide behind the glass with,

War-torn soil and lacerated petals, but never to be watered again

But even as it drinks, it droops

But even as it sprouts, it shrinks

But even as it heals, it hurts

No longer able to help itself, it must be,

Placed on a higher shelf, with the others

Whom are greener, taller, leaner, and hotter,

Itself squalor, cheaper, dolour, but eager

To learn and to earn.

But scared, its spotty, pastel fronds foster fear

From its foes but hopeful they’re future friends

No one told it that they are life long enemy’s

And to be wary of the emerald luscious plants

Whom are friendlier on their face upfront

Always taken care of, with the perfect water level

Given by the devil

But as hope grows and resilience shows

This innocent, and placating flower

Has the support from some, which is better than none

But aid from all has to be the call if we are

To save it from being mauled

Only then can it flourish and reach the ceiling,

Until we can break a hole for it to reach, heaven,

To sit amongst angels that feed the other

Spotty, pastel flowers so they can flower

These angels should care for all and make them tall

So please be a better gardener.