Vines Poem by Faith Wood

Watch as the vines crawl up my back
Getting tangled in my thoughts, lost in accusations
This was never worth it, you're not coming back

And after all these years I've learned
There's no forcing birds to sing,
There's no making leaves fall from trees,
No speeding up the changing seasons.
It's impossible to make something grow
when it would rather stay put
It's better leaving it for the wind to carry
And if it's right, it'll learn, just like I did.

They say it disappears in a kick of dirt
The turn of the wheels leave their mark
And what did you expect?
Well, I at least had hoped the seasons wouldn't change quite so quickly
But that wheel has turned again.

You're not coming back, this was never worth it
Lost in accusations, getting tangled in my thoughts
Watch as the vines crawl up my back.