The Vine

So I have a plethora of climbing jasmine in my back yard.
When it blooms, I would love to just sit back there day and night and sniff.
It's just a wonderfully intoxicating aroma that soothes and calms.
It is a beautiful white flower that makes for a stunning fence cover.
And yet . . .
When we do yard work, I am continually redirecting the vines of the plant.
A single vine, groups itself with another vine, and another, and another.
This clump of tentacles then reaches out to consume whatever might be next.
I have to pull it away from our palm trees and other foliage.
It has already engulfed and literally broken a small palm that stood by the fence.

Such is the way of the vine.
Things get said by one person.
It is repeated by someone who simply parrots what they heard.
It is then shared by others.
That tentacle of untruth spreads and gnarls and engulfs many things.
These fingers of falsehood can ruin what should be seen
as a beautifully intoxicating gift.

Don't become ensnared.
Don't perpetuate the travelling malevolence.
Prune.
Redirect.
Enjoy the splendor as it was meant.