The hand that nurtured the seed no longer persists.

Years of caring have bygone,

But the growth is stunted!

One day,

The seed, helpless, in need...

Cried out a sigh, hoped not to bleed!

“Why, if I may ask did you plant me here?”,

 I was happy in the wild, free and fragile.

Too much of anything is not good,

Your care is suffocating me,

I want to be a tree, not a bonsai.

Let me grow my roots, survive without the rain,

Unless I try, I wouldn't know if it’s my loss or gain.

You cannot last me a lifetime,

Neither can you fend for me always,

One day I will have to be alone…

Survive the cold nights and the harsh sunny days.

Stop caring if you love me enough,

I want to be a buff.

For someday, I would be the shade,

Make my roots strong and then tread,

The unknown path of life.