The art of growing, thriving, fading
Continuously.
Exquisite like ebony
I feel the tendrils taking hold,
wrapping their darkness around me.
Consuming me in its eternal eclipse.
The rough branches scratching my legs
tightening around my waist.
Shriveled up leaves,
breaking from their delicate withered stems
to fall onto the frigid stone ground
beneath my bare feet.
This is Nature at its finest,
taking over.