The Vine

 

Life flows all through it

The roots took their time

The trunk showed the tensions

Of harsh winter time.

But spring brought some height

And graceful new span.

The sap sweet and flowing

The green thrilling Man.

But years still were needed

Ere fruit would abound

And some branches culled out

For plants to stay sound.

Their moisture a mystery

Their sweetness a joy.

Community thriving

In  Vintner’s employ.