In the cradle of the vineâs embrace,
Sunlit whispers dance and trace,
A tale of grapes kissed by time,
Crafting liquid poems, sublime.
Through barrels aged in shadows deep,
Secrets of the earth softly seep,
Into the crimson, amber streams,
A tapestry of dreams.
Swirl the glass, let aromas rise,
Echoes of the sky and earthâs ties,
Velvet notes on the tongue linger,
A symphony played with gentle fingers.
In every sip, worlds unfold,
Stories of love, of warmth and cold,
A dance of flavors, time entwined,
In the heart of wine, solace we find.