(The power of bonsai is in its ability to portray the utmost beauty of nature. Saburo Kato)
Bent, gnarled and twisted, truncated
Like a haiku. So much beauty
In suffering; all it takes is
Patience and years,
Sparingly watered with the tears
Induced by vain and heartless fiends;
Roots confined to shallow saucers,
Snipped and snipped to
Subdue and stunt by sorcerers
And sorceresses working grim
Silvics on seedlings and helpless
Things like my heart.
Yet we survive and seem to thrive
On deprivation, enduring
Pressure to make us miniature
Trees of beauty;
Looming even larger, blooming
Even brighter, love, a forest-
Full of treasure, love, endearing
And enchanting.
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