Oh, transitoriness of fall
The circle is complete
That which started from a bud
Drops down around our feet
The kernel planted carefully
Has reached its full potential
Through searing waves of wilting heat
And scattered rains torrential
Picked and plucked and packed away
Provides us farm to table
Fruits of labour consumed with joy
Whenever we are able
Our larders full and burst each year
Such sheer prosperity
How can we thank enough the work
Of farmer, plant and bee?
We must always appreciate
The core, the spark, the seed
For every bite, consumed with zeal
That wholly meets our need