There's a slowly growing ivy,
Crawling up a giant tree.
Its growing patterns aren't so nice,
But they very well could be.
As the ivy reaches skyward,
the tree could cease to live.
For most the ivy will take,
and little the ivy will give.
This ivy is not normal,
It certainly isn't fair!
This ivy seeps out poison,
and doesn't seem to care.
The tree's bark fades into gray,
As the ivy wraps on tighter.
It has not much more to give,
and ahead it can't get much brighter
Then the ivy fights itself!
There is a spark of hope!
The ivy falls to the ground,
like an angry poison rope.
The tree inside smiles brightly,
Its branches no longer are held!
But then disapointment rises,
this trees no longer shelled.
In fact this tree's so weak,
By tomorrow it will surely die!
Its life has all been wasted,
Now it's old, withered and dry.
It's judgment day arrives,
and the tree accepts its death
The tree utters a final word,
with its very last gasp of breath.
“EVOLUTION”
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i really like this, its really goo
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A well organized write with a sincere message!
Captivating the reader and keeping the attention.
Rhyme and reason are both very good. I wish you success in your endeavors.
In God's Love
Three Doves
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I like this poem. I like how it rhyms every other line and I just liket he poem all together
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good job
its a nice piece of work to read. good job.
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welcome to Ap!!
this is really good
great rhyming!
good job and keep writing
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