Ode to Wine

Bring wine!

Sweet spirit

Magically made
From fruits of vine or tree
It matters not
Which one you bring
Ambrosia all to me

To raise a glass
To friend or foe
Each one with its own reason
There is a vintage
To be had
Fit for every season

And, So!
A Toast!
To vintners all
Both living or now dead
My life is richer
For your work
A blessing on your head