In the vineyard’s gentle embrace,
Where tendrils weave a soft caress,
The grapes grow full, a silent race,
To yield the wine, a liquid dress.

Beneath the sun’s golden gaze,
A whispered promise, bold and fine,
Each sip tells tales of ancient days,
A journey through the realms of time.

The ruby liquid swirls and sings,
In crystal chalice, secrets hide,
A symphony of notes it brings,
A world within, a universe wide.

In every drop, the heart’s delight,
A dance of flavors, rich and bright,
A toast to life, both day and night,
In wine, the soul finds its flight.