Seedling

I sneak a seed into your ear. It blooms and blooms and you can't hear anything but the blossom, it grows and grows and its petals fall where nobody knows. A day passes and it's formed a trunk of wood. I could have prevented it, I really could. Your head is clogged and your thoughts are stuffed with the tree and its leaves and all of its fluff. Smashing through your skull, breaking your brain you turn to the one who never brought it soft rain. It's all my fault, I brought upon the curse. I should have kept the seed, for better or for worse.