My Forest

Back when my head was just a seed

Small, smooth, unsprouted,

What would grow a mystery

Mystery soon came to reveal itself 

The seed started to sprout 

But needed love to blossom

Mother nature watered, fertilized, shined on, and trimmed

Developing a beautiful plant

Not everyone believed such growth was beautiful

Rather out of shape, fake, messy, tangled, unloved

Imprinted in my mind I hated my plant

I added chemicals and techniques to make it “neat”

I imprisoned my weed 

Displaying the unruly mess as clean

Now my growth was truly unloved

The smallest ant came across my plant

Confused and overtaken

To her it was wonderful, gorgeous

But needed love to flourish

Mother nature heard her plea

But said it was up to me

My head is no longer a seed

And was never a weed

I watered, fertilized, shined on, and trimmed

Developing my beautiful plant 

I watered, fertilized, shined on, and trimmed

Harvesting my garden

I am watering, fertilizing, shining, and trimming

Starting my forest