The fragile plant

(Gardening people)

Some people have green thumbs I know
Everything they touch just seems to grow
The precious seed seems to feel their touch
And it sprouts forth with eager joy
The delicate tendrils reach for the sky
.... but mine just die.... I don't know why.

Is it the soil?... too much water?
Not enough sun maybe?
So many factors... I'm sorta...
... confused.

And people are like plants in some ways
... wanting a friend I plant a seed..
and full of hope I watch and wait
... looking for those tendrils of interest
to poke through the earth that is daily life.

So many times the tiny shoot fails to show
.... and I sigh.. "One more fizzog... Oh no"
And if the seed should venture forth
then I greet it with pleasure
to encourage it north.

Then the tiny plant is watered with response
and I watch to see if the growing plant
has welcomed the water given.
If no.... it's sad and I begin again
to plant another seed
and water it with hope.

But if the tiny plant has grown
and responding interest has been shown
then I can be happy
.... the gardener is not a total failure
Perhaps this thumb is not so green
and a new people tree is on the way.

© Ian Croft February 2019