My mouth waters as I pick the fruit
“Snap” the holy sound of harvest
Meanwhile, the plant’s broad green leaves
R- e- a- c- h out for greedy gulps of sun
As fast as it can drink it in,
millions of tiny cells inside
Work, convert, work, convert
Sun into fruit, sun into energy,
Sun for me to eat.
“Snap!” the holy sound of harvest,
My mouth waters as I pick the fruit.