there are grapes on vines
as I walk through the forest
like a vineyard of the past
but they resemble grapes or plums
large and sweet for the birds
or any creature
and they look good
like they are tasty
not like a fruit of Adam and Eve
and the birds like them
grapes on vines
not a wine
a sweet berry for the taking
a heart in the making
Mother Nature is smart
working with God on this project
green vines and purple grapes
all in a forest of green
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