In peach ade's fantasy, a dream's delight,

Freshness blooming in the morning's light.

With zestful twirls, acid notes prance,

In the symphony of day's vibrant dance.

 

Each sip a story, a tale to unfold,

Of orchards kissed by mornings gold.

A splash of joy in a glass so clear,

The taste of summer, ever sincere.

 

In this elixir, a potion to ignite,

A canvas of flavors, pure and bright.

Peach ade's fantasy, a sweet retreat,

Where sunlight and tangy flavors meet.