Tangled vines are suffocating swaying
oak trees. Deep within the forest, singing
birds are silenced -- ivy climbs to conquer.
Camouflaged as green and bright, the thread
rope grasps and chokes the boughs until they crack.
Spreading out its arms it falls, and no
one hears a sound. No axe or flock of men
in sight, lugging heavy cranes of steel.
Sometimes flowing rivers don't snuff forest
fires. Sometimes latching on too tightly
can hinder blooming flowers. The tree lets brothers
grow tall, then looks ahead -- not left and right.