In the vineyard’s gentle embrace,
Grapes bask beneath the sun’s trace,
Whispering tales of earth and sky,
Awaiting the moment to fly.

Crushed by the foot of ancient lore,
Their essence flows to the cellar door,
Where time caresses each fleeting note,
In barrels where dreams gently float.

The pour unveils a ruby glow,
A liquid art, a sensual show,
With every sip, a story unfolds,
Of forgotten lands and legends told.

From vine to glass, a journey divine,
Each taste a dance, a rhythm fine,
In wine we find a world embraced,
A timeless toast to life’s sweet grace.