Pulling and tugging

       Roots unmovable

Clinging on for dear life

                Letting go means death

Holding on, the vines cover the ground

                                    Grass no longer seen
                            The vines were left to run free

            They were in control

   But out of control

No limits

No boundaries

No one to tame them

                                        I am in control

                                                            I will tame them

They will have boundaries

                                    They will have limits

The vines will no longer be allowed to run free

                    I will break the vine’s hold

The grass will again be seen

The vines can’t hold onto life

I pulled and I tugged

Their roots released

                                             I won my Vine fight.