When fed greatest meals,
Or enjoying the finest luxury?
Or instead
Do you find yourself overcoming in the situation
You'd think would be the least likely
Life is like the vine
All wine comes from the vineyard
But the finest wine is rare
It comes not from the best vines
Nor from the most fertile soil, No
Grapes rise from growing on the margins
Found upon the land that is most extreme
The best wine comes from the struggle
Each grape is forced to thrive or die
The end result is found in the glass
Lives are like that
What we'd assume comes first matters last
What truly is important Is how you survive, indeed thrive
In the times when you are aware there is nothing left
You have nothing left but survive
Life is like the vine
Try to create the finest vintage
