Houseplant Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The pathetic potted plant is confined
It can not wander or free its mind
Extreme limitations halt a thriving existence
Withering parched leaves beg for assistance

Radiance from the sun begins to broil
Meshed roots choke in the arid soil
Restraints cuff a desire to continue breathing
The longing to be a participant is yielding

Mercifully the indoor gardener takes notice
Slumping stems summon alarming focus
Watering maintains temporary survival
Extending the possibility for complete revival

Time to transplant into a more nourishing loam
With enough room for exploring roots to roam
Lush foliage is now abundant and beguiling
Displaying lovely green hues of eternal spring