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