The Failure of Love

Over time there's growth of vines
Some grow empty, some intertwine
They grow tight through the sunshine
And remain so through the rains

As I watch I'm jealous of their beauty
Their intricate, boundless continuity
Passively, it's all gotten through to me
But I find it's difficult to intertwine

And then there is the burning sun
A reflection as a mirror of passion undone
Some vines grow weak and wither as one
Some will remain as if they've been slain

And then there is the will of nature
Who will sometimes decline to nurture
The vines will loosen with reason unknown
But my experience has shown
As if it was planned but executed wrongly
The trees that were choked and alone lived strongly
Their life was taken and they died anyway
And their hollowed remains still stay

The life that depends on the trees
Will soon fall to its weakened knees
And be swept away only by a breeze
The forest's life taken, to its foundation shaken
I was in a forest, on a tree, I was a vine
And I had begun to intertwine
I had grown tight, taking in the sunshine
And the rains were not my bane
But as the will of nature takes precedence
The vines, and I, would fall with little hesitance
And the forest remains an unfinished cadence
But it was not the sun, it was the failure of one