The great vine, and us, two branches that intertwined for a season.
At the point of joining, a delicate bud emerged.
One branch reaching for the sun to nourish this new bud, the other preferred the shade, too afraid to dry up, not knowing that the water flows from within, protecting it.
The flower begins to bloom, day by day, in the sunlight. The branch carrying it proudly. Excited for the changes ahead.
The other still cowering in the dark, entangling itself with the withering branches below, perhaps it felt safe?
The sunny branch calls the bees to her flower.
And the bees happily hum around its sweet scent, kissing the flower, ensuring the livelihood this flower will have.
The flower begins to metamorphose. Losing its petals.
Emerging now was the fruit. The branch, in pride, showing off her beautiful creation.
The other, now beginning to dry up and wither away. It became lifeless.
What would have happened if the other branch had believed the water would give sustenance to provide life and growth in the sun?
To expand with the other branches.
To bear the fruit to provide for this world; a gift.
Adding the necessary sweetness to the bitter world we live in.
I continue to focus upward. Praising the fruit that was gifted and nourished, even through all the pain.
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