the grape vines

the wind running through the grape vines
rushing and searching for and entrance in
the doors and windows are locked
but you sit at the window
listening and seeing the wind
as he finally slows down
the moon shines ups
you then open the window and you feel
you are speechless but you feel
you are speechless but you see
the wind has start his night tango
his parnter the grape trees
following the music from the owls
the spotlight given by the moon
they start there mesmerizing dance
you see in awe and sittingin your chair
sun rays hit your eyes and you wake up
seeing the grape  vines intact