Vines slowly creeping up

Time getting away from you

Time passes if you are ready or not

The flowers bloom and die

Coming again the next year round

Covering and taking over

Unit the exits are blocked

The beauty that has to be cut away for the escape

A torturous adventure having emotions torn in two

Going forward to go out, or being trapped by the beauty

Moving along inside the comfort of the walls

The flowers of the season

The light of the days

Quickly fading inside the beauty

That takes over from the outside

Quickly covering all in sight