A bush had wished to be a beautiful tree
to be tall, tower above others, and see
see heights that none other could

but alas it was born a bush

but it wished to be a tree

for there is always a pain felt when a tree is cut down

when its leaves and branches fail themselves

yet no one winces when a bush is trimmed, nor torn from its roots

when a tree grows into what it is meant to be, it is admired upon

when a bush tries to do the same, it is adjusted into something it is not

and yet it is only when no one cares for the bush any longer does it begin to thicken

a thickening bush is what this bush wishes to be

aside from perhaps a beautiful tree