growth

dearest little sapling,
you spud of the spring,
can i share a secret with you?

you arise with the sun
as it shines, beaming its love
you wake up with the birds

tales of gumdrops and unicorns
are spun before your awaiting eyes
the paint is thick and made of lead.

i fear for you my dearest dear,
i fear you have been told silver lies.
that rest in the web of what we believe.

but this world is colder
and bolder than the pleasant
sunbeams that dance and build you up.

society is a frost that killed off your sisters
snuffed out, the oysters have all
been eaten up-- mr. walrus is not kind.

my fears mount as i see you grow up
and follow that same course i took
the petals fall softly to the ground.

and yet

the leaf was turned.
as i walked outside through the other door.
and smelled the smells of spring
on the cleaner breeze.

what was biting hurt
is healing now.
what made me cry
is only a shimmer of a memory.

my warning stands, if perhaps a bit predetermined.
i love you, my dear,
forget not my love.