She was so glad to be alive.
She drank water and minerals from the soil
and grew and grew.
She was young and strong
and could manage quite well...
All by herself.
But, the wind was cruel, the rain was harsh,
And the snow was not one bit understanding.
The little grape stem experienced pain.
She drooped, weak and suffering.
"It would be easy to stop trying to grow,
to stop trying to live," thought the little stem.
She felt poorly.
The winter was long, and she was weary.
But, then the little grape stem heard a voice.
It was another grape stem calling out to her...
"Here, reach out, hang on to me."
But, the little stem hesitated.
What would this mean? she wondered.
For you see,
the little stem had always managed quite well...
all by herself
Then, ever so cautiously, she reached out
toward the other grape stem,
"See, I can help you," it said.
"Just wind your tendrils about me,
and I will help you lift your head."
And the little stem trusted.
Suddenly, she could stand straight again.
The wind came...and the rain...and the snow.
But when it came, the little stem
was clinging to many other stems.
And although the stems were
swayed by the wind, and frozen by the snow,
They stood strongly united to each other
And in their quiet strength,
they could smile and grow.
One day, the little stem said,
"Here, hang on... I will help you
And another stem reached up
to the little grape stem.
And together, all stems grew...
Leaves budded ... flowers bloomed ...
And finally the grapes formed
....And the grapes fed many.
[Ryan's Bat Cave]