Beneath the moon’s soft, silver gaze,
The vineyard rests in tranquil grace.
Vines weave stories in whispered lines,
Echoing dreams of distant times.

In ruby hues, the liquid swirls,
A dance of light in crystal pearls.
With every sip, a tale unfolds,
Of sunlit days and starlit folds.

The oak’s embrace, a gentle touch,
Enhances notes we love so much.
A symphony of earth and sky,
In every glass, a world goes by.

So raise a toast to nature’s art,
A blend of heart and hand’s impart.
In wine, we find a timeless lore,
A journey shared forevermore.