the esperanza, the one by the back fence
and even though the bright yellow flowers still elicited
feelings of cheer and goodwill
it still could not shake the burden
of all the seed pods
weighting it to the ground.
and it makes me wonder
if we, too, walk around,
flaunting our flowers and good cheer
but perhaps the one with a keen eye
realizes that at the same time,
we are also drooping,
burdened by troubles and worries and other loads
that which we were not made to carry...
loads that the Master Gardener longs to prune