I wanted to see the world outside,
Where there’s no fence and the grass is wide.
But it’s fearful without my former friend
Who was always there to encourage and tend.
She kept the weeds from my delicate roots
And guarded my leaves and tender shoots.
She watered and fed me with constant care.
What will I do now she’s not there?
Perhaps I should just have been content
With all that my gardener friend has meant,
For my strong growth and ultimate good!
Shall I go back in? Do you think I should?