Poem: I Am a Grape

I am a grape
Round and juicy
Filled with goodness 
Ready to give to the world

I am a grape
One with the Vine
Connected to my source
Grown out of connection 

I am a grape
Purple, crimson
A fruitful fruit
Ready to be picked

I am a grape
Plucked from my place
Lost from my bunch
Severed from my source

I am a grape
Crushed, broken
My body burst open
My insides flowing out

I am a grape 
Squashed to a pulp
And put away
Waiting in a dark place

I am new wine
Completely transformed
The finest in the land
Ready to be poured out and enjoyed