I had just been pruned
and you’re the scissor
that severed the branches that I no longer needed.

Some day soon,
not now when the saps are still fresh, cuts still raw and exposed,
you will barely recognize me.
Someday soon,
new branches will sprout and new leaves will grow.

Someday soon,
the bees and butterflies
will hover amongst my sweetly scented flowers to suck their nectars.

So thank you for pruning me.