Can the branches hear the vine while it quietly slithers?
Through the roses, just above the roots, and below the leaves
No blade of grass is low enough to observe as it sneaks
Barely loud enough to stir, mingling with the hum of the forest
Tendrils wrap around, inch by inch, rising with time like the tides
Squeezing tighter every day, but when green blends with green, who can see the shade?
The ivy rises so far
The tranquil peace of your arbor fades away
Never a whisper from the birds or bees, while the thrum of the hive drones on
Neither the bark, the soil, the rocks, the rivers, or the hills had tongues to ever say a word
Not a creature in the woods could see, or offer one single warning to me, about the vine that was growing while I was climbing your tree
Tendrils wrap around, inch by inch, rising with time like the tides
Squeezing tighter every day, but when green blends with green, who can see the shade?
The ivy rises so far
The tranquil peace of your arbor fades away
