A Work of Artifice

So I decided make a song for my blog assignment obviously. When I read it, it didn't sound like a very happy poem, so I decided to try and make it happy with my music :) Like I said, I TRIED! This is a poem by Marge Piercy in 1982. Also about the reading about themes. I really liked about what it said about how searching only for a theme or moral can make you avoid the literary experience. 'If we neatly summarize a story's message, we may miss out on a range of complex emotions that the story could inspire.' This poem is a good example of that. I never really thought about this so I just had to point it out. Also, if you can't understand what I'm saying, here is the poem to read along:

A Work of Artifice
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.