Confessesion: I have a Bonsai

Trees should not be captured, imprisoned or constrained
Limbs and roots amputated, branches trimmed and tamed

Oh how we humiliate child trees! Stuff their roots in gunny sacks
Bind their branches with rope and chain, heap them up in cordwood stacks

Oh violation of personal space! Mutilated, maimed and mauled,
Transplant, uproot, its all the same, as off to a convenient spot they're hauled.

None would ever dare demean the self-respect of a grown up tree
By plucking up and plopping down a tree that's not where it should be

But our barbers lob their branches into stubby bobs
And instead of flowing locks, a poof sprouts from the knobs

Just gaze into a sycamore, oak, or willow tree
Towering trunk and graceful limbs, now that's how it's should be!

But oh no, trees must just be seen and--goodness! never heard
Thickets are a nuisance, and 'jungle' a dirty word.