There's a dogwood tree in my backyard it's been there all my life when I was young it was young, healthy and strong. Every spring it was covered in beautiful blooms and my sister and I would play in its branches as I aged so did it. I no longer clambered all over its branches but sat calmly across from it staring at its pink flowers. There were fewer flowers each year and the honeysuckle vines crept closer and closer. I got older and so did the tree it wasn't as strong now as it was before, the branches were weighed down by honeysuckle but still it bloomed each spring. Still I got older and so did the tree. The blooms got fewer and fewer, the branches became harder to see, the vines snaked further and further up it, but still there were pink flowers sticking out here and there. Finally the honeysuckle all but consumed the tree all that remains is a singular leaf, barely a reminder the tree was ever there. It did not bloom this year.
