Day 22 prompt of NaPoWriMo challenges me “to write a poem in keeping with Earth Day. [...]“ Unfortunately, I don’t have a happy poem about a new growth in nature somewhere. I am no gardener. As for house plants, even the most negligence-tolerant ones tend to die fast in my hands. I do, however, appreciate nature and like it very much from indoors. In other words, I am not a grouch of some kind but rather one of those people who just can’t grow anything that comes in the form of seed into their hands. At any rate. To compensate the somewhat grim tone of my verses today, I am leaving you with the ever-so-mood-lifting images from a link I was eager to borrow from a long-time friend. With much appreciation for both of my sources, for they helped me save the Earth Day for a change.
caressed each dead branch
poured love to the dried up soil
oh, why, my Bonsai!