Milk's journey, a tale so fine,
From pure to sour, a transformation divine.
When it turns bad, it's not the end,
For in its spoilage, yogurt's trend begins.

Yogurt's birth, a new form takes shape,
More valuable now, with a higher price to escape.
If it worsens still, cheese is its fate,
Aged to perfection, its worth creates.

Grape juice's turn, a sour twist of fate,
Becomes wine, a treasure to cultivate.
More valuable now, with age and time,
A lesson learned, in this transformative rhyme.

So too with us, when mistakes are made,
We're not flawed, but rather, experiences are played.
Mistakes refine us, like cheese in the mold,
Valuable lessons, worth more than gold.

Practice may try, but perfection's not its goal,
Mistakes teach us, making us more whole.
Embrace the errors, the sour and the pain,
For in their wisdom, our worth is gained.