The wellspring of joy and meaning,
a precious gift from the muses.
The wind that stoked the flame of life,
the drive to create.
A passion of myriad origins
that leads to the same road.
A fan fiction, it may have been,
but the advent of a new adventure.
A desire to see an alternate path,
which animates the pen in my hand.
A branch then leads to a seed,
and creates a unique tree.
A sapling of unsightly figure,
yet nonetheless delightful to raise.
And so, it begin, the first of many,
which will one day become a garden.
Though my passion was seen,
and my efforts acknowledged,
yet still I do not find,
one who admires.
Attempts were made, sweat was shed,
yet the fruits of my labor were savored by none.
“It’s fine,” I said, for the act was joy,
but soon I witnessed a fact I cannot deny.
Still, I pressed on, and I found compatriots,
but their flames burn not as brightly.
And so I said, “One day. I need only wait,”
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Oh, how foolish I was to have so much faith.
More seeds were planted, more trees were grown,
still no one was there to adore its glow.
Continue, I toiled,
satisfied by the act alone.
I thought, one day,
“There has to be another way!”
So I lay my hand on my mouse,
and clicked away.
A digital world, I ventured,
an ocean of possibility.
Here I will find passersby,
who’ll no doubt stay.
“Admirers, at last!”
As I said with giddy.
For a time, for a place,
I was not needy.
The years passed, the seasons changed,
and the seed of a new beginning was planted.
A magnificent fruit it shall produce
should the tree be maintained.
Alas, a storm passed, and the tree fell.
The fruits, once sweet, now bitter.
“One day, again,” I said,
“but not today.”
Sparks flew, but none remained.
The furnace continues to be cold and grey.
A sprinkling there, a nudging here,
but never amount to any greats.
The storm passed, and the sea calmed.
Once more, I am home.
The soil of time grew richer,
and it was time to grow.
Bushes raised, crops sowed,
step by step, the garden’s whole.
A main attraction, it still lacks,
thus began the woes.
A long, fraught journey,
of countless trippings.
Alas, I arrive,
at the seed of destiny.
The tree of my soul,
The light of my life.
A marvelous, thrilling goal.
A story worth a thousand nights.
Alas, compatriots I found.
We share, and dance, and laugh,
around the campfire of words.
Truly, a sight to behold.
Months passed, and the tree had grown mighty,
its leaves and branches tended by two.
In the future, it shall bore a wonderful fruit,
but not yet, not when there’s much work left to do.
My stroll in the garden near its end.
New flowers blooming from the seeds I plant.
Though the path is short, and the care is scant,
My heart is content.