I planted a plant once,
without knowing.
I could not see it,
for it was metaphoric.
But when I was informed of its presence,
I watered it with the best efforts that I could muster.

And I soon forgot,
That I was blind to it.

Blind to how much water it needed.

Blind to which way it leaned.

And blind to how ill it had become.

Needless to say,
that I killed it.

Now,
all I wish,
is that I had it back,
to the way it was before.

So that I could try again,
and grow a forest
from something that was once dead.