i used to have a garden green.
and planted in its soil a seed.
i watched it grow and wrap around
everything sprouting from that ground,
until my garden did become
a sea of plants succumbed to one.

and thicker still the vine did grow.
i reaped beyond what i could sow.
but when the thing one day decayed,
my work in rotten petals layed,
upon the dirt, who swallowed them whole.
my love a mountain, now a knoll.