Love Your Vineyard Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

Summoned to Earth to benefit
and you prefered with pleasures to inactive
caught greens, filled thorns
You are a parasite in your own fields

It is not too late to grab the hoe
by malice and rage to empty eyes
let your roots breathe
to meaningless trouble stems to not entangle


Prune envy and selfishness
with humility to bear fruit
It gives joy to work in vineyard
your payment gives aplomb

save you, save me
the salvation of our world makes us one
are each of us a vineyard
with seeds of love eternal nourish