Woman and Her Vines
They grew all over
In the sunlight they progressed
The vines became her
And she was one with the vines
The sunshine brought life to them
She held docile vines
Growing like weeds onto her
She was very free
Green and nude she went along
Becoming just like the vines
She didn’t know much
Where the vines came from that day
They appeared at once
After she fell asleep then
In the warm light of the sun
It seems that vines love
The cute essence of the sun
And the heat she has
Then they grew on her, beaming
Becomes that of her being
Now she is attached
Firmly planted on the ground
With nutrients there
Pumping juice through living Earth
And the sunshine’s energy
Now she loves the vines
And she can still write poems
She writes on nature
Something she now knows about
By sunshine is she able
Russell Sivey
A repost under a different title. A unique vision!
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