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The Vine That Struggles
The Vine that struggles always produces the best wine.
Those who drink from the divine vine’s toil are unaware of his process, but enjoy his fruit nonetheless.
Entwined in Earth and Sun the struggling vine dug its roots deep guaranteeing to draw in the fullness of Earth’s rich nutrients.
DeGenerate insects do nature’s bidding, but the vine that struggled…
This vine was relentless against the harshness that stood against its successes presented through time.
Tested by the brutal nature of the Earth, the vine’s leaves continued to reach for the light, while his roots proceeded to breach through hallowed dirt’s darkness.
This vine was unaware of the times, but instinctively knew when to produce his fruits, and at the right meter.
All the vine required was enough firmament to give his roots the room to vent.
Intent on carrying out his purpose the vine that struggled endeavored for water to bring his first fruit to fruition.
Having received the right sustainability, the vine that struggled quickly became the jewel of the vineyard.
Through winter the vine’s roots did their due diligence while his leaves made their supplication to the Sun.
Once the proper season arrived the vine recognized the moment to separate from his first fruits in preparation for the next harvest to come.
One can only hope to live a life like the vine who struggled, for they too will become the crest of the vinery.
From an original vine’s toil new sons will spring forth spreading the true vine’s bloodline wherever hallowed dirt resides.
Those who drink from the divine vine’s toil are unaware of his process, but enjoy his fruit nonetheless.
Entwined in Earth and Sun the struggling vine dug its roots deep guaranteeing to draw in the fullness of Earth’s rich nutrients.
DeGenerate insects do nature’s bidding, but the vine that struggled…
This vine was relentless against the harshness that stood against its successes presented through time.
Tested by the brutal nature of the Earth, the vine’s leaves continued to reach for the light, while his roots proceeded to breach through hallowed dirt’s darkness.
This vine was unaware of the times, but instinctively knew when to produce his fruits, and at the right meter.
All the vine required was enough firmament to give his roots the room to vent.
Intent on carrying out his purpose the vine that struggled endeavored for water to bring his first fruit to fruition.
Having received the right sustainability, the vine that struggled quickly became the jewel of the vineyard.
Through winter the vine’s roots did their due diligence while his leaves made their supplication to the Sun.
Once the proper season arrived the vine recognized the moment to separate from his first fruits in preparation for the next harvest to come.
One can only hope to live a life like the vine who struggled, for they too will become the crest of the vinery.
From an original vine’s toil new sons will spring forth spreading the true vine’s bloodline wherever hallowed dirt resides.
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