By #Choitalyk Ruman
On a wide, bright garden wall,
A grapevine climbs and stands tall.
Its curly arms reach left and right,
Holding on softly, with all its might.
Bunches of grapes hang low and sweet,
Purple and golden in the heat.
Each one shines like morning sun,
Full of juice for everyone.
The leaves change colors through the year,
Red and orange when fall comes near.
Nature paints them one by one,
With shadows cool and light from sun.
Dear grapevine, wise and kind and old,
Your gifts are stories softly told.
From branch to bowl, from hand to heart,
You share your sweetness like true art..
#ChoitalykRuman;#ummeymiah
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