dawn

I see a vine that has grown around a tree for so long.. so long that the tree decided to grow the fuck around it.

I take out my pocket knife, I cut away the life stealing vertical weed, the tree tells me “this ain’t a new thang” this ain’t shit. Fuck that vine.

Years, years and years this tree has been living with a vine choking it’s thin trunk..

It didn’t need me, that tree didn’t need me to come around and cut away the vine. It had that s*** under control. Maybe a half inch indention, life finds a fuckin’ way, yes it does. And I do my little dance.