The oak was tall and strong,
With green leaves and branches so long…
He had grown in a beautiful garden,
With few other oaks and a handsome warden…
As time flowed and the future rolled…
A cute little sapling entered the garden…
The oak took care and nurtured the sapling,
The bond grew strong under the oak’s wing,
The sapling grew up and turned to be a creeper,
Entwining a few trees into it deeper…
As time flowed and the future rolled…
The greenery was good and creeper was happy,
And one fine day the oak was crappy,
Untwine from the teak was the order,
Teak is not oak and is one step shorter…
Creeper had grown so thick in lush greenery,
And teak was a part of its beautiful scenery,
As time flowed and the future rolled…
Teak tried to hold on to the creeper,
For the entwining was so much deeper.
Oak signaled the creeper about the warden,
Creeper wondered, wasn’t Oak her warden…
Oak loved warden, Oak loved the creeper,
Creeper loved the Oak, Creeper loved the teak,
In a attempt to entwine both oak and teak,
The creeper lost its creeping streak….
It fell down limply between the greenery,
Never to creep again, never to build a scenery,
Having lost its creeping streak, it became a bundle of limp fernery,
The green started fading away and the creeper started withering away…..
As was the norm the time flowed, but this time there was no future to roll…
