Whatever you do
Do not listen to what I say
Sometimes my thoughts are like seeds
Will plant themselves take root and grow
And it may grow unnoticed until
Somewhere in the future
You'll find shade and  comfort
Under that growth on a hot day

With roots just as awesome and Majestic
As is the crown of many colors
Ever-changing...
... As it puts on its display
Though you may find comfort
In the that shade it may  provide
There may be times you wonder about
The view beyond that.... may be denied

It's only human to want that view never seen
Given  the person in pursuit of perfection
Unfettered and pristine
Ironic and tragically funny...
How there's always something in between

The very introduction becomes an obstruction
And will be
Until convinced of the offense
Then removed
sheared off at the ground
Only to then find... nothing new
In  this new view ...
... worthy of being seen

So it was not that astute
To be in such dogged Pursuit
Of perfection
That you would forget about the root that had originally anchored
those thoughts in your head
From whence you strayed
And in so doing...
You lost your comfort in the coolness of the shade