A sip of wine sits upon my palate
The taste of oak and cherry upon my tongue
An aroma that smells of aged excellence
My soul warmed by fruits baked beneath the sun
I swirl the glass with such fanfare
The splendor of rich clarity such a sight to see
My senses are engulfed by riches beyond avarice
Sitting in happy silence no place I’d rather be
A toast is raised for the success of the vintner
Achievement appreciated by but a select few
The clanking of glasses no greater applause possible
Comrades entwined like grapes on vines they once grew
A simple smile expresses more than satisfaction
The nectar of the gods enjoyed with such flair
Time has no meaning when happiness is so flavorful
If wine were a lover we’d all have an affair
