Greener, longer and taller,
Grows the curly creeper;
With all its might,
Towards the light;
Winding and climbing with glee,
Around the strong trunk of the tree;
The selfless tree keeps giving,
The hold, to keep the creeper thriving;
The creeper may forget the hold,
Gloated with pride, becoming bold;
The strong old wind comes to behold,
Reminding the creeper, to never forget the hold!
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