POETRY - The Tree

The Tree

What if I

Were a precious seed

Off the rarest tree?

And your job

Was to implant me

Deep inside your heart…

Would you water me?

Would you tend to me?

Regularly?

Would you check on me?

Daily?

Would you come to see

what I need?

Or would you

forsake me?

Letting the weeds

Called time and neglect

Overtake me?

Chokin' the shoots of love

Trying hard to grow

'cause they won't, you know

& the fact that

You've taken

your gift for granted

will begin to show

as I

whither and die

'till there's nothing left inside

except for an empty space

where once stood in its place

a rare and beautiful tree

called….me