Two sycamore trees bounded by a vine
who was just a seedling at the time.
Where a trailing plant was once relentless on letting loose,
Because it was blinded by memories
When the youthful sunshine cascaded and wedded with the wind,
Who both were responsible for engendering
the two barked trees and the seedling of the trailing plant.
But one day, the sky was overcast by grey clouds, foreboding an odious weather
And soon the clouds masked the golden sphere, and all involved suffered.
Sunless, the seedling’s world was turned upside down
And the seedling’s parents became each other’s enemy and brawled
A gust of wind roared between the pair while the leaves violently rustled day and night.
Miserable, the vine 's feeble arms detached itself from its parent
Where the seedling was left alone to endure the situation
But one day, when the sun came out again
The seedling had rejuvenated into a beautiful, emerald-colored vine
And viewed the world with a new perspective on life.