The sky and ground sends me gifts to help me grow
I reach to the sky with my old brown claws
My roots stretching out in the ground
Not knowing my way
Wanting to be beautiful
Wishing to be colorful like the old blossoms that once were beneath me
The sky calls to me
I reach and reach
And I loose focus of what I was chasing
I am pulled back down to the rock and mulch making a perfect mixture of dirt
The mixture is as soft as a porcupine’s spines
The ground is as lonely as the sky is
I sit between them on the perfect mixture like a lost pup sitting between two alleys not knowing which direction to go home
But one day i’ll be chosen by one
For now i’m a lost pup sitting on the perfect mixture of mulch and rock