Wine, Like People


The vines are planted, and
Their leaves reach for the sky and stars.
After protecting, pruning, and praying,
The grape is harvested, and wine is made,
Representing all that is good from the earth.
Like those vines, people grow, and
Reach for the sky and the stars, and
Fight for their harvest, and for love.
In the end, the vines and the people
Are very much the same.
For the vines are heavy with fruit, and
Have fought the frost,
In order to survive.
And the people are heavy with their burdens, and
Have fought their battles to love.
The hard work of the harvest,
That produced the wine, that
Started with the earth, and
Was warmed by the sun,
For a moment brings joy to their lives.
For they remember a little less of their burdens,
And all that was good with their harvest,
And their life.

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