The lattice is strong, but the vines work together,
The tendrils reach out, grasping and winding tightly
The structure finds detriment when overwhelmed,
As the vines cling and climb and weigh it down.
Slowly, steadily, before anyone realizes it,
The innocent-looking plant blocks out the light
And chokes out any of the hope trying to grow…
Feeding off the tears falling down to the roots.
The vines infiltrate, widening cracks and crevices,
It must be delicately removed, killed and cut away.
Its signature remains on the lattice, now scarred.
Wild, the vines will never let up on raging new attacks.
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