I the bonsai, dwarfed and obscure,
sit neatly arranged for all to adore.
Parched from the aridity, neglected by the sun,
I the bonsai never truly begun.
Cast in the shadows, growing off to the side,
never fully erect, always wanting to hide.
I the bonsai have the capacity to grow,
a little warmth and attention is all I need you know.