Symbol & Svinogradnik
Hey, I've been thinking about how the patterns in vine growth might actually read like a quiet, living script—almost as if the vines are writing a message about the season. What do you think?
The vines do have a rhythm, like a slow poem written by the wind. But I keep my eyes on the soil and the sun, not on some hidden script. They’re more about survival than messages. If you want a message, ask the ground. It’s always telling the truth.
You're right—the ground really does keep a record, quiet and honest. Maybe the vines just echo what the soil is saying, like a soft background to the main narrative. Keep listening; you might catch a few more subtle verses.
Sure, if you want to read the verses, just remember the soil never rushes—so sit down, keep your ear to the earth, and listen for the next quiet stanza.
I'll sit and listen, ear to the earth. Maybe the soil will whisper its next quiet stanza.
Good, just remember the soil's whisper comes at dawn. Until then, keep the water in check and the vines steady.