Horticulturist: The family tree is en route to de-root

Horticulturist

The family tree is en route to de-root,
And this leaves me helpless and leave me leafless,
But how can I treat this cutting of the tree -
Can’t water what wants to be free.

You grow so fast and you change real slow,
And over time as time passes I must learn to let go,
And to grow in the same way you choose -
Not to loose or forget but to gain attributes.

But how can I attribute to a cause I don’t embrace,
I’d rather just constrict, and not write, these words I’d erase,
Already many have left, it’s not right for you to do -
How can you be like them, how could you do this too.

I’m left to grow in the shadow, and weep,
Under the weeping willow, the family tree of deceit,
Abandoned and demanded to stay away from wanted freedom -
Disbanded from the love, of being equal now’s defeated.

So take your leave and I’ll be the leafs that you abandon,
This autumn is the time where you choose to fall out,
Growing older, move the pedal, remove the petals and evolve -
Fall apart from what was holding you back all along.

You choose to be alone when I don’t get to choose if I get to stay,
Have no ability to branch out, I can’t get away,
Always said one day we’d make the move together -
But it’s funny when you get the chance you packed your trunk and went on.

So weathered I will be,
I’ll have to endure the season’s changing,
Ever bearing it with the bark, on my regrets, I must bite -
Ever growing in the shadow from the few shimmers of the light.