In a meadow where dreams collide,
Cheese whispers tales of time,
A dance of flavors, bold and wide,
Crafted in a world sublime.
Golden hues and textures fine,
A tapestry of stories spun,
Each wheel a testament, a sign,
Of art, begun and never done.
From creamy whispers to sharp embrace,
Cheese sings a melody of grace,
Its essence, a gentle trace,
Lingering in a fragrant space.
In the heart of every bite,
Lies a journey, bold and true,
A harmony of taste and sight,
Cheese, a dream forever new.