I

Vines crept into the tree.

Holding its branch, squeezing it softly.

Vines, and more vines covering the tree.

Madly suffocating it, please save me.

II

Under the thick vines is the tree.

Rotting its body and dying slowly.

Save the tree, please save me.

Avenge the tree, burn those vines on me.

-Yanley