Monologue of a Bonsai

O’ little Bonsai, looking elegant! Ah, you are quiescent! How do you feel when trimmed? Discontented for being slimmed? I feel a conscious impulse - carries Back to mother earth’s hands. I wished I would be a great bower, For passers-by and for birds a big tower. It’s not my silence, But sadness that cast on my face. Deprived of my original charm, And last as a showy in the living room. People wonder at my pretty figure. But never realize that I have lost my vigor. My stature makes them exuberant. But never recognize that I am poignant. Contest : BRIAN'S Choice U, any form, any theme Contest judged on: 25/05/2020 Sponsored by : Brian Strand winner : Honorable Mention