The Creeper : A Poem

I nourish the root
with water & love
but the creeping brute
blooms high above

I burn, as neighbors
gasp in glee
& enjoy my labors,
my joys they see!

Finally, one day
I pull up a chair
& tug, as they
waver in air

Now, some bowers
above are bare
tho' some flowers
I agree to share.