Vine and Tree

Vine and Tree, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tree stood majestic in the open field,
Offering respite from the summer sun,
On its many branches birds it did shield,
For climbing children provided much fun.

Early spring a vine sprouted from the ground,
Being friendly giving hugs to the tree.
Growing fast, going around and around,
Soon the tree realized was no longer free.

Now the vine stole the tree’s much needed light,
Vine’s many leaves were now the greatest height.
Like a serpent choking with all its might,
Causing within the tree a deadly freight.

Spring is now here the tree did not awake.
Tolerating the vine was its mistake.

1 thought on “Vine and Tree

  1. Carolyn F Hansen

    Wow! I love this poem! It’s so literal. Vines do kill beautiful trees. Yet on another level, people clinging to others, can kill the spirit.

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