An Ode

Author: Auer House

I lay upon you, pondering your treasures,
I watch as the warmth of the sun your bosom caresses.
Hands with gentler care than I could give,
prepare you for the bounteous gift.

The seed of life within you placed,
nurtured by your wondrous grace.
Seasons turn as is their wont,
They watch your shape, change and grow.

The time has come, your labours done.
I watch and wait with baited breathe,
As gently he pulls forth your fruit,
Oh wondrous joy, 7 pounds, 65 cm length.

Oh glorious earth, your harvest grand
the greatest carrot seen in the land.
I marvel at the work you've done.
And wait upon another one.