Rule Of Thumb

Dear Green Thumb:
I heard about you in a story 
A fable, a poem, a tale
You were the talk of the forest 
And a VIP at the market
But an enigma to me
As real as a fairy 
And as fleeting as a dream. 

'My thumb is a tinted shade of yellow'
I weeped to my garden
But it didn't hear me
Because ... my thumb is a tinted shade of yellow.

To the plant I killed
And the ones I will:
If this is any conciliation -
We all end up in the ground.
Whether our leaves are clean,
Or browning in their tips
Whether our thumbs are green
Or more like my yellow tint
And if we blossom and grow 
Then we may get uprooted 
And if we stay buried below
​We may still be polluted.

So I'll use my thumb
Even if it's nowhere near green
I am in no way a gardener 
But my garden will be a sight unseen:
A creation that comes from the dirt in me
And it will blossom to whatever I would like it to be.

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