Choke-cherry

A potted plant, baring fruit    
      set aside    
amongst the scattered weeds    
 Un-watered & wilted    
this potted plant is doomed    
Destined to be damaged    
 while it's ashes feed the poor    
     
        Slashing motions    
untangle the strangling roots    
    all the parasitic partners    
tumbling thru the Garden    
         pausing to stay a visit;    
Till the dirt is all but gone    
     
Knocked over & spilled    
  this potted plant  
with broken limbs    
Yearns to see the spring    
     & find it's place on Earth    
     
Saved by loving hands    
   this rush of running water    
Saturates the dreams    
of baring fruit again    
     
Nervously exposed    
the shielded walls have been    
       Removed    
Now, It's up to grace    
to protect the fragile thoughts    
       as these roots begin to shrivel    
In the air of dying light    
     
Through sand & desert clay    
    a shallow grave awaits this plant    
Face down on the cracking soil    
       In the embers of flaming dust  
           to the grasp of loving hands    

Dowsed with lyfe's essentials    
  these roots reach out with blind acceptance    
to begin another day    
     
A potted plant, placed in sand    
    Rooted in clay  
 for a second chance    
to be the Tree  
we were meant to see    
Baring fruit  
for those in need...