In my hand I hold it
A key aspect towards our survival
An object so natural and pure it can sustain us for decades on end
Spawning from the dirt we stand upon and rising with a purpose it comes
A beautiful piece we all take for granted
All can help but all can harm if given the chance
But its undeniable beauty masks it for our view
Combinations of stews and brews
Raw or even thawed
All comes to in full cycle
It always comes back to the ground we stand upon
Waiting for another time to fulfill its purpose
