She grows,

on the tallest of walls,

felling them,

with the ease,

of ages past.

She grows,

through the tiniest 

of cracks and holes,

spreading her roots deep within.


She grows,

on the tallest of trees.

Mocking their might,

with glee,

she makes their light flee!

And their leaves,


in darkness.


She may sting,

even bear fruit;

And with the passing,

of each moonlit night;

And each sunny day,

she grows,

on me.