Burning Bush, in Form of Tree

Burning Bush, in Form of Tree

Burning a bush takes time;
it takes many steps to achieve.

But not "a" bush,
but your bush you must burn.

You must grow one from a seed,
you must water it everyday,
you must feed it with the sun,
you must nuture it from pests,
you must ensure that it survives.
And once you've done these
you see your bush
and want more.

You see your bush,
and see potentail,
and you watch it bud-
in spring.
It grows to a wonderful tree.
Branches spread,
and wide to awe.
And you see that it grows so large;

It blocks your own sun,
it blocks your own rain,
it blocks you from seeing your own.

And you take out your match,
and flick it fast;
ember in your palms,
orange glow at the seed.
Set to flame,
a wide array
of reds and yellow- sputter.

Your burning bush
now a burning tree.
How we watch creator fail.
But the tree lives on,
and you just cry,
a creation with a mind of it's own.

-Matthew Koutzun

(This poem was inspired by my brain at first and then by the painting I just finished named the same as the poem. Below is a picture of "Burning Bush, in Form of Tree" the painting and you can judge for yourself. Thanks!)