I the Ivy

I’m like a vine of ivy

I need a tree to climb


I will grow so long and lithe

I’ll make that flora mine


The moment I reach the sky

feel O2 in my green


I will know my chosen tree

Was strangled in between




On I’ll build my fibers

Around The Husk of life


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