In the embrace of twilight’s gentle kiss,
Where vineyards stretch, a verdant sea,
The grapes ripen in bliss,
Nature’s gift, a sweet decree.

Beneath the sun’s fervent gaze,
A story of toil and grace unfolds,
The vintner’s hands, a craft they praise,
As the vineyard’s tale is told.

In the cellar’s cool embrace,
Barrels whisper secrets old,
Time adds depth, a tender trace,
Turning young wine into gold.

As we sip the crimson delight,
Memories of summer echo clear,
Each drop, a dance of light,
A toast to moments we hold dear.