Coniferous Conundrum

Is it just me, or is even our "being" being capitalized?

Do you ever hear Mother Earth ask her tree

What it wants to be when it grows

Up towards the sky, outreached limbs

Cry and plead to just Let It Be.

Why, when they planted my seed

Did they expect my roots to extend

And grasp the ground

As a means to an end

Even when, unexpectedly,

They broke free

From the fungus of

Civil society.

 

Do you ever see Mother Earth dig a hole first

In the soil and fill it later

With seedlings whose foliage

Is determined by the seasons

Despite the fact that reason tells us

Hearts keep beating even

When we don’t have a clock

To take their pulse,

Seconds keep bleeding

Even when our time

Stalls or stops breathing.

 

With all this talk of pleasing,

Of degrees and using reason,

Of committing such a treason

If I were to waste my space by being

Anything less than ‘successful’

Because you know how much potential

You have my little seedling,

You’ve always been so bright

So curious with feeling

I’ve always thought you might

Be the most fruitful of my trees.

My dear, please,

Pleads Mother Earth,

You may search for what you need

But always know wherever you go

You can’t escape the greed.

 

Mother Earth, I say, you don’t see

You water my flowers

With emerald city dreams

Don’t ask this tree

What she wants to be

When she is grown,

For this seed is now

And will forever be

Budding with desire

To just BE,

Why won’t they leave me be

To be me.

Let me Be,

I just want to Be.

Author's Note

I love to write- Be a journalist! I love to draw- Be an artist! I love to argue- Be a lawyer!
I love to BE ......hmm that's a tough one.

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

Oh, the society just won't let you be what you want to be. It straitjackets you and forces you to travel within those starkly defined narrow paths. Though it would help if you know yourself and are prepared to sacrifice everything for the sake of that knowledge and the possibilities it brings. Most of us don't really know ourselves, do we? And did I forget to tell that it was a fantastically well written poem and thought provoking as always.