Raining Over Grapes Running Over The Vines Poem by Giovanni Bellasario

Waters trickle down over the vines
each grape is drinking in the water
from where it comes they plump in wonder
all they know is the vine will supply
if they stay connected in their safe cluster
the grapes will stay close and not wander away
for their nourishment will always be
to stay closest to the vine and water
this will make for a tasty vino
beneath my feet as they give way to their purpose
they sigh as they await to be filled
into their new resting places
with hopes of fulfilling their purpose
to be invited inside
with the laughter and savoring
desiring only to be part of the drinking celebration
consuming joy of their contents
poured from within the aging barrels