Life is like a vine

It is peaceful, but an enigma

Vines are the givers of life

They give Birth to hope and power

Peaceful are vines

It shapes life into pictures as it grows

Pictures become reality

As reality is a blessing

Grapes are gifts of vines

They are life’s offspring

But greed and stupidity

can turn grapes into wine

Why, why are we evil

Why do we curse ourselves

What compels us to do so

On such a peaceful Earth

Vines cannot solve problems

live sometimes can’t be solved

But vines tend to sing songs

Songs of how life goes on