I watched over a week a smallest vine
That had grown upon a plant one day..
It knew too well it needed reach slowly
The larger tree a good ten feet away..
It stretch and stretched over time so hard
Each day got to be closer to that tree too..
Without eyes or education or even being told
And all the while closer to that tree it grew..
Has a plant within got a mind of it's own
Has it a heart and for that matter a soul..
Does it feel pain when it's been broken so
It does with food and water becomes bold..
Do we ever really consider these things in life
If all this is so do we as a race even care at all..
Can we hear a cry if a plant thinks it will die
When we simply rip it off when it climbs a wall..
So much we never think about at all as a race
We are taught we learn we follow as we are told..
Well I was born with a mind of my own as well
I like a plant feel the burning heat as I do the cold..