Proposal Thought Poem by Randy McClave

I was going to ask you to marry me
Adding another limb onto my family tree,
Together we would plant mighty seeds
Strong samplings, and not any weeds.
But, like a tree you began to rot
I saw and heard things that I never thought,
And when a tree begin to show its leafs
You instead, showed doubts and griefs.
Unlike a tree your roots weren't strong
I never once heard a happy birdsong,
I thought then why would I really marry you
You turned my green thumb, black and blue.
A tree gives protection, relief and shade
To a nest of birds a tree has never betrayed,
On my family tree I wanted you to be a strong limb
But, then I saw you going for a trim.
A tree stands so majestically and tall
It defies all weather, defying to wither or to ever fall,
It spreads its branches to give comfort and stability
You picked up your roots and went to a new locality.
Of course I am not an Arborist
I am a gardener on the short waiting list,
My proposal question it became polluted
And like a tree after a storm, you got uprooted.

Randy L. McClave