Sacred Vines

Its interlocked braids twirling
Twisting up and down
It is alive with energy
Dancing away from frowns

With its mixture of colours
Shading its world with delight
Its roots settling 
Under the great sunlight 

Spiralling its way to the top
The medieval building still stands
Its chipped paint is what it encircles
Covered with nature’s hands

It is the lively harmony 
Of the natural world
It is the one with powers
Turing the real into a dream-world

It is the one and only
Greatest of all divine 
It is nature’s gift
Oh you sacred vines