In my back yard grows a plant
I ignore it, usually
Sometimes it grows too big
And its branches begin to wrap around my house
I don't know what to do, so I watch it
The branches try to consume my roof
My walls
Everything inside
Then I get scared and run outside with an axe
I chop, and chop, and chop
But I can't see anymore,
because it's too dark
I don't let anyone help me
I know it's my fault it happens
"What if it takes over their homes too?" I always think.
I chop until sunrise when it begins to wilt away
The sun dissolves it, and I throw down my axe.
I smile, happy once more.
And I go into my house, that's once again filled with light

And I look at the small tree outside, wondering
"What could it ever do to me?"