The music of the waves

The vine wanders
across vast fields
and up these old
walls.

Its tendrils kiss
both soil and stone,
spreading as it advances
with the seasons.

It grows along
the current of life,
ripe with fruit
hidden in the twists
of this ruin.

Soon it will reach
the borders,
this growth touching
the shore as it drinks
ocean water, moving into
the music of the waves.