Among the vines,
the scent of grapes lingers,
a promise of the harvest,
a whisper of the vine’s tale.
Leaves flutter in the breeze,
a gentle applause
for the sun’s embrace,
a harmonious union
set in the rhythm of growth.

Nature thrives,
a symphony of labor,
melding earth and sky,
dancing to the pulse
of life’s sweet celebration.

• Gino Bartali