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

Together

Pulling the entire vine

Higher

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

No

Vines are meant to climb

But trees 

Trees

Just

Grow

Taller

And stronger

All on their own