Any thing that begins can end,

And anything that grows

Can quit growing,

Become stale and moot,

Die at the roots and be done,

And so, too, Love.

But the fun thing about Bonsai

Is the constant state

Of miniature,

Pruning roots and cutting branches,

Not for food or medicine,

But for beauty and discipline.

And sometimes Love

Is like a Bonsai Tree,

Only there by the devotion

Of its gardeners.

-jenn