Tangled in the spiraling reeds
Of a trusted name 
A strange seed takes root
And outgrows its cage 

Within the shade of affection, 
Dressed in shades of spring  
He charges up defiant 
And glistening bright 

“Keep low”
“Keep hidden”
Rustles through his home
When he dreams too loud 
Too fragrant, too sweet 

Will “keep low”
Ring hollow 
As he cranes for the sun?
Or will these warnings ring true 
As he withers to the soil?