Dependent and difficult,
Strangling the life away,
Unable to let go,
Until they decay.


We can chop at you,
Take you down,
But the damage is done,
Wear your crown.


Your seed moves on,
From giving tree to giving tree,
Promise and give,
Let them be free.


And strangle again,
Mute their strings,
Pressing against their neck,
More pain you bring.

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And In Fall

They crumble, but if still green, they resist. Vines. Clingly. This is a gardener's write :D