The Evil Plant

The Evil Plant

There was a tender stalk of green
Growing upon evil lees
Of dank dark banks
far from deep blue seas
Leaning upon the leering trees
Its roots were touched by fungus
Speckled mildew ate its leaves
It's stem so brave yet wilting
Its poisoned flowers hid in unease.

The clouds they went by rolling
The thunder crackled deep
The lightning scorched it every night
When it couldn't sleep

Forsaken by sweet meadows
Cast off from lush gold fields
Never to touch the briny sea
But to drink from bracken deep

Oh sweet plant you're fine where you are
The night is mighty with many stars
They each shine through the thick of space
For a heavenly moment of  fleeting grace

Those balls of fire that blaze so bright
Overreaching burn out in the cold blue night
Let the bracing wind tilt up your flowered face
Let those who'll win be a part of such an empty race

The salt water of treacherous seas
Shall be drunk by them to the very lees
And you will still be affixed to backwaters brown
Where your tenderness dissolved shall drown

Let go and wave and nod and sway
The world shall deny you right of way
Fix your roots to the barren path
Smile and accept the wrath of Gods

And silenced sylvan limpid stalk
Whisper your dreams to one day walk
The will o' the wisp of wind may hear...
And carry you into hearts you hold so dear.

The search for love is lovely
The searchers often get lost
The way is forgotten
In the maze of doubts
And overwhelming costs.

The search for love is noble
fraught with loneliness
And those who obtain
It
Have shown much grace.
And
Those who obtain it
Have been given grace.

The tender stalk upon the marshy banks
Rooted to her patch of sorrow
There to finally collapse and fall
Is still in love
Lonely bitter but unafraid
with a bitter sweet tomorrow.

© Amrita Valan 2015