Growing like a bush

To grow up is to reach a terminus 
And then live out the days 
Knowing it could have been higher 

I'd like to become more full 
Be pruned 
Provide shelter, form 
To make myself a barrier 
While remaining porous 

I'll go across and to the side 
Never all the way down 
Blossoms, seasonally 
Exertion, reasonably 

Aging with the wind 
Against it when necessary 
I will flourish where I happen to be 
And gently remind my companions 
I'm here 
One leaf on the right shoulder 
On the way off of the grounds