You might see a couple of dead shrubs between two living ones.
I see Vampire trees.
Who will they feed on next?
Do you only see the bark on this tree?
I see something hatching, a parasite taking leave of it’s host.
Ripping it’s way out of one world and into the next…our world.
Should we be afraid?
Do you think it’s only Ivy, growing up a tree?
I see murder in progress, a victim literally rooted to the spot as it’s life is being squeezed out of it hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second…every single day.