Goblin Market Creative Adaptation

Monologue from a script I'm creating for my A2 drama piece. Character names's are a little odd.

Rich soils plant my Smell’s fair vines; vines rich, thick and full of green, blossomy life. At the nape of each vine grows her sumptuous fruits and as her hourglass falls, these fruits have delicately ripened. This is the Price and the price is grave. For Jim our Green Goblin Grocer hungers for my dear Smell’s fruits. While she is free to devour the juice of the produce stacked perfectly shelve upon shelve, it is her captive who is to truly devour. For his greed goes beyond hers; his cankerous, clumsy hands fumble over her delicate berries. Again and again he bruises her. And he bleeds her rare sweet syrups into decay. Digging and digging with those cankerous hands and rusty spade he ploughs her soils because, to his mind, they are his. Her roots thicken and stretch and strain for moisture but these soils have been cauterised. They parch and there is no space for delicious vines now to grow. They are strangled by the wild oats he has sown. Beaten, bruised and bled away the fruits are gone. Her branches are bare and it’s clear now. He has destroyed her; these heavenly vines wither and will very soon die.