I had to cut down part of a sapling
Growing from roots of the greater
Its thickness two the three inches
Measuring time we have been here
It had grown through a fence panel
At first had been spindly as fragile
It along with another root sibling
Provided the cats shading variety
This year it’d shot up tall and straight
Was loaded with budding magistrate
A potentiality’s splendor to behold
In its overarcing promised canopy
But I had no time to wait any further
Needing to protect pampas rootings
It would have held onto one panel
Poised in the yard as industrial art
Its fronding wips smacked at my eyes
As I snipped smaller pieces for pick up
They seemed to say see, breathe, be me
All that you could ever dream of with me
Nature loves and responds to us
Giving back hope we long to see
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