The Winery
By Maya V
Published 15 June 2023
Grape vines as old as time,
Trees swaying in the wind,
Like a ballerina in a ball room.
I feel the wind flowing in my hair,
The animals running away
From the ghastly lightning bolt of terror awaiting them.
The shadow of the moon was casting down on the world,
Getting ready for one last hurrah of the sun.