New Wine Coming Into Full Measure

Ripe are the grapes upon the vine
Full clustered, bountiful large globes
Ahh such a taste deepend in the sunshine
Not all watered down of the supermarket variety
For being in a vineyard
With the bees buzzing about
Collecting nectar to into a honey be transformed
There is magic to beholden
For fresh is the wine that is being made
'Tis not the wine of olden days in skins so dried
…so leathery…
Rather new wine to into new skins to be placed
Wine skins filled to overflowing
The taste so sweet, so smooth
That to the soul so dry parched
…so thirsting..
Has found heavenly abode.