In the heart of a lush, rolling field,
Where the sun kisses the earth with grace,
There lies a treasure, a wheel of gold,
Wrapped in mystery and a tender embrace.
Aged with time, its character grows,
Each crack a story, each hue a tale,
From creamy dreams to tangy whispers,
A symphony of flavors that never grows stale.
The artisansâ touch, a gentle dance,
Crafting with care, a labor of love,
Transforming milk into a masterpiece,
A divine gift from the heavens above.
Gathered around in candlelit rooms,
We share this wonder, this wheel of cheer,
Binding hearts with every bite,
A timeless joy, a bond sincere.