Stump

The vine, she creeps

Climbing up the tree(him)

She tries to reach

His every limb

To envelope his being

Her one true friend

Her eyes can see him

Though he hides within

A hallow tree

With broken limbs

And withered leaves

Will soon come to an end

Yet she wraps him up

In her love

She craddles his ache

She comforts him

He falls

Broken from the base of his trunk

Yet this vine, she still clings

To his glorious stump.

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