I could have been

A General of poetry,
but wasn't tall enough
as the Eucalyptus the Cyprus
nor the loaded Oak
but was like
a Weeping Willow

I could have been the lone Idol
standing upon the hill
like the Statue of Liberty
but was just a small bush
like the melee
any human could push

I could have been that poetic star
of Neo
tall as tall could be
but was like a
last spark of coal
just extinguished
so how could one be

I could have been the flickering candle
in a chapel
but for the AC
no breeze
so they decided me to freeze
and once melted
another one would replace me

I wanted to be
that soaring eagle flying sky high
but they clipped my wings
as they do a parrot's
so they caged me

I would have been
the speedy wind
travelling far and wide
at jet speed
but they dried me
of all my rosy fragrance
thus how could one spread it
like a wind

So many things one could have been
but for want of more friends
like thee
so it is still small me
Lovingly