Gone

They tower over me, sheltering me from the world.
The scent of sweetness creating a bubble.
I remember the way the vines had spun.
Not a worry or a trouble at all.
The sound of rain ricochetting.
A scent of peace across me. 
The sun peeking through gaps. 
But that is no more.
All that is left,
Is foreign,
and bare.
Gone.