In Tuscany

The cypress trees stand sentinel,
Protecting all the vines
So all who visit Tuscany
Can drink those lovely wines.

A walled-in city dating back
For seven hundred years
Holds ancient secrets filled with life's
Exuberance and tears.

We stroll the streets and marvel at
The remnants that survive,
Imagining inhabitants 
Once vibrant and alive.

We gaze out at the scenery,
So lush and manicured,
With cypress trees on guard
So future tastings are assured.