IMPRESSIONS
We are the vine that grows,
Giving its fruit to make wine,
We are the eagle that soars on the
Winds of Time.
We fight the rich and
Give to the poor,
Taking not,
But giving all.
What it is to improve
Our mind,
Our body,
Our soul,
To create life,
Or to destroy it with a blow.
We are the vine that strangles,
And the vine that
Gives beauty a home.
Still, we grow.
Passing the wine to the young,
We are the teachers,
The prophets.
We are one.