In the vineyard’s gentle embrace, Where tendrils weave a soft caress, The grapes grow full, a silent race, To yield…
In the glass, a liquid so deceiving, Promises of joy, yet leaves hearts grieving. A sip, a taste, a moment…
In the embrace of twilight’s gentle kiss, Where vineyards stretch, a verdant sea, The grapes ripen in bliss, Nature’s gift,…
In fields where flowers gently sway, Bees hum a tune, a sweet ballet. They gather nectar, pure and bright, Turning…