Too Little, Too Much
Too Little, Too Much
All plants need water, just like we need love;
Without it they will shrivel up and die.
Such thoughtlessness is what I’m thinking of
When I observe my little plants so dry.
Without their moisture, greenest leaves turn brown;
A supple branch becomes a brittle twig.
As without love a smile becomes a frown,
And just a little loneliness seems big.
I found a little plant of mine today,
Outside my window, looking dry and sad.
I left it there when I had gone away,
Forgotten, when I might have made it glad.
I wish I had a more consistent touch.
I seem to give too little or too much.
Impatience
Impatience
Last month I found a tiny little seed
And planted it inside a little pot.
I gave it all the water it could need,
And put it in a warm and sunny spot.
I waited all day long, but nothing grew;
I got so bored just staring at the dirt.
I had a million other things to do;
Besides, just staring made my poor eyes hurt!
Today I see my little seed has grown,
But sadly it’s an ugly little twig.
I wanted flowers, but I should have known
That all I’d get were leaves that weren’t too big.
My mother says the little plant will flower.
So I’ll be kind and give it one more hour.