The Art Of The Bonsai Tree

Audrey Lavenski

They start as seeds
The same as any other seed
They could grow
They want to grow
But then comes the hand of God
The hand of man
Taking those seeds and placing them alone in their tiny pots
For a moment it’s okay
they root, they sprout, and then they try to grow
snip
A leaf falls
Snip
A branch gets torn off
Snip
They won’t stop
Snip
snip
snip
The cutting never stops still the tree stays small
But no one really minds
After all, this is the tradition of hundreds of generations
The Art of the Bonsai Tree
They start as seeds
The same as every other seed
So Innocent
Joyful and unknowing
But then comes the hand of God
The hands of man
Putting the seeds aside with an objectifying glance
For a moment it’s okay
They laugh, They play, and then they try to dream
Snip
Girls dont do that
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Well what were you wearing
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they won’t stop
Snip
Snip
Snip
Snip
The cutting will never stops until the trees stay small
Sitting upon a window sill
A prized possession
But no one minds
After All, this is the tradition of hundreds of generations
The Art of the Bonsai Tree.
We are those seeds
The same as every other seed
We can grow
We want to grow
But then comes the hand of God
The hand of man
Setting women aside
But it could change
With this next generation of seeds let us put away the pots and clippers
Let’s turn our seeds into a vast forest of tall tall trees
Standing tall next to their brothers and sisters
Free to reach up toward the sky as much as they choose to
It’s time to release our grasp
To remember but not relive
The Art Of The Bonsai Tree.