Vines and Trees

I pulled a passionfruit vine down once

It had grown all over a structure

Become a weed

I wanted it gone

As I pulled and tugged I had to admire

It’s strength and tenacity

Which came from a thousand hands 

Each tiny tendril tightly wrapped

Around pieces of wire

Holding strong


Pulling the entire vine


The structure behind

Allowing growth

Verdant growth

An upward trajectory

Without the support

The many hands

The vine would have just been a ground cover

A trodden dusty thing

Easily weeded

And not at all fulfilling its purpose


Vines are meant to climb

But trees 





And stronger

All on their own 

One thought on “Vines and Trees

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s