In golden hues and creamy depths,
A world unfurls on wooden boards,
A symphony of taste and scent,
Where every bite a tale records.
From valleys green to mountain crest,
The milk of kine and goat and ewe,
Transformed by time, by hand, by heart,
Into a dream thatâs ever new.
The sharp, the mild, the soft, the blue,
A palette rich, a feast of lore,
In every slice, a whispering,
Of ancient craft and much, much more.
So let us raise our glass in cheer,
To cheese, the muse of culinary art,
For in its depths, we find a joy,
That warms the soul and fills the heart.