🎼My mother dreamt that I'm a vine tree, with a green body ,and each of my fingers are hanged from  clusters of grapes. My mother felt happy by that dream and told it to a water stream.

🌷The next day my mother's dream came true and I saw where I am located, there is a garden and it's a long time that I have roots in the soil. Inevitably my hands sprouted and my body had cracked and  my leg searched for the ground's depth .

🌴Thereafter our nearby vine tree became a friend of mine.
It was him that told : All the world are running so you must learn going and running too. I laughed and said how could we run and how could we go as we are trees and our legs are in soil!?

🦋Then he replied: 
Anyone is running in his own way,the sky in a special way, mountains in a specific way and so do trees. You then, should run all the way from being sour grapes to becoming grapes.