elements take root, seed reaches forth;
downward radicals developing long before light of day,
groundwork manufactured by mother nature, father time.
Would that it might send it’s shoot upward, in confidence.
a patchwork plethora of floral options,
bouquets worth of fates
wished on, purposefully surrendered,
above broken ground,
all that isn’t cut down
does the fruit and flower bearer
not long for a vineyard’s fate,
as men mourn for longevity?
rather than wither up,
or be plucked –
one man’s final feast or adornment –
surely the fate of the grape is to be envied?
essence pressed, bottled and corked,
for broader consumption at some ‘later’ to speak of.
how man longs to live on;
life poured onto pages
like wine stored away;
hoping to be imbibed,
to affect change beyond the grave.