How pretty she is
To grow from seed
To sprout from the dirt
Into vines that bloom
And bare sweet fruit

Salicylic acids, tannins and defenses
Utilizing the rhizosphere
That’s surrounded her since birth
To blossom; to bloom
Into something she is proud of

With no one to tend to this loving seed,
Herself has created a life,
Unbothered by invasive weeds

How thankful I am
To tend to her, to know her, to love her
No longer she has to produce those defenses
As I am tending to the blossoms
So that they may bloom, and bare tasty fruit
Without fear
No invasive creatures will ever
Haunt her roots again