What sensuous colour, shapes
and divine fragrances capture
the senses as one wanders row
upon row of treasures, tempting
and promising sensations of
taste in the richness of their
plenitude, nature's gift to us.
The nourishing abundance and
immense diversity ours to reap
the life-giving benefit. Nor has
nature been reluctant to
divulge to us her immortal
formula, for ultimate success:
chiefly soil, sun and rainfall.
She, their mistress, we as fortune
has it, the huge beneficiaries
of bounty and abundance,
become stewards of the land.
If we break faith with her trust
it is we who will suffer bleak want.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Cornucopia
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Poetry
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