The Vine’s Family

The vines,

Twisting and turning,

Murmuring secrets through its branches.

They are like

A sloppy pile of siblings,

Entangled and intertwined.

Every twist, a new secret,

Every knot, a new member.

They stretch their long, slender arms,

Into the sky.

They are a civilisation,

Working together amongst the chaos of nature,

Becoming luxuriant.

They slowly grow,

 green moustaches and beards.

Watching the world change around them,

Watching families grow and develop,

Watching colours from top to bottom.