You do not selectively remove,
My spent buds.
You do not cut away my overgrowth,
My dead branches.
You let me remain ferocious,
Uncultivated even.
You have given me absolute,
Unmitigated privilege.
You let me meet the earth,
With my slumped, dangling boughs.
You empower my appendages,
To reach for the beyond.
You watch me unfurl,
Rudderless adrift.
You stand guard unquestioning,
With warmth in your gaze.
You ever so lightly caress,
So I don't overstep, infringe.
You do not hold dubiety,
Of my dexterity.
You illuminate living,
And nonintervention.
You advocate harmony,
Tranquility in my mayhem.
You Botanist, my seedsman,
Promote and foster alone.
For you, I forever,
Admire the heavens!
A blissful, cosmic escapade this is.
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