A Tree!

Soil and Trouble

The orange and white dellight

Surrounds me with urge

In the middle of the nursery

She stands there glistening in dew

I grasp the blue foil firmly

And proceed to the checkout

I arrive home with my mini Maple

Setting it gently on the space

Of its soon to be terra mansion

Resting on the garnet slope

I leave her there to gather my things

I boomerang back with

My implements of design 

And destruction

Six inches by six inches

That's what the book said!

I attempt my first stab

With a modicum of success

Another pass at digging

And I have struck gold!

I place the tiny trunk

Into the created cavern

Perfect.

I let the tree go to see

How it stands alone.

My Pisa plant sinks slowly

To a stationary 45 degrees.

I stand her erect

And pul the dirt to fill

The base

Remember the hill!

I leave her to stand again

A slight lean, but home

Tied to bamboo,

I water her and go inside for the night,

With nightfall, a storm arises

Torrential downpour 

I watch my little friend 

Sink to the Earth

Weighted in drench

I will rescue her tomorrow

Place her long and tall.

To protect her

In the future.