2023.06.24 09:28
The history of a dying tree by ivy
What is this?
A surge with a goosebump fright
By the sudden grip on my neck so harsh and tight
Of the companion I enjoyed bountiful warmth and comfort
The seedling with gleaming green eyes so pure
Turned to a vengeful Medusa
Spewing the bout of pant with dark smile
The day of long passed
My first encounter with a tiny green that tickled my footing
I instantly got absorbed, in glee, the innocent looking straight up
That uphill wriggle sparkled my sympathy
I upheld it, guided and encouraged
It grew reaching in the midst of my height
My love ripened strong poured into that sapling
Admiring it’s spirit striving and unflinching
Never enough of the constant nurture from me
Should I blame the passage of life?
I was way too lax until this unseeable, heart-wrenching plight
While the young’en raised up big
The tender stems became the rope of a starving demon
began squeezing my breath out a bit by bit
In no time, for I attempted shaking it off
Exhausting all my strengths in no vain
The thick knotted rope tightened my neck stop at nothing
“Alas, it’s now too little too late, what have I done?”
The doomed regret deepened on my defeated fate
It was so lovely to see the little green fellow
When breaking the earth and appeared in sight
I put myself in the sanctuary for it all the way
The sheer betrayal despite all that I had done for
Demanding my life return evil for good, truly
The cunning dance that on the see-saw
Quenching the last pocket of air by a mortal pressure
My big sturdy trunk wilts rapidly drying out sagging the last drop of energy
The pain finally stopped over this vicious game of hide and seek
I feel peace in the gap of the yellow void