Art of not being bonsai

The art of Bonsai?

The slow training of plants,

Methodically dwarfing the natural

Course of growth in a life , the living.

It is mere ornamentation by pruning

Those rogue roots wanting to dig deep

Them, rough branches willing to spread wide.

Non conforming, not pleasing

Wasn't welcome for eons and ages.

Shallow milieu , narrow tenets

Was all that cultivated the diminutive.

Adhere to the traditions, the principles,

Was dictated around the miniature life.

Pride in the ingenuity of confining this

Was and is, held with great authority.

Meanwhile entered a placid hand

That uprooted the midget living

From it's confinement to choice

Letting it extend the shoots and boughs

Deeper and wider to ends of the rainbow

The bonsai plant once cosmetic...

Began it's expansion to the sky.

Wild and untamed the modest transformed

Shattering the standards of control

Parting from the dated concept.

Nevertheless, a lattice for it's shaky frame

For all the shearing has weakened it's limbs

Gradually, one leaf at a time, it advanced

Collaring on to the boost obsessed

To honor the life which is only meant to be.