In the realm of morning light, they rise unseen,Silent whispers in the dance of bread and grain,Fueling dreams as dawn breaks softly clean,Life’s subtle thread in every meal’s refrain.Invisible architects of strength and cheer,Binding moments with their sweet embrace,In every bite, their presence ever near,A hidden force, a gentle, nourishing grace.Their journey starts in fields of golden hue,Where sunlight weaves the fabric of their form,Transforming harvest into life anew,The heart of sustenance, in every storm.Yet in their quiet, humble, steadfast way,They power life’s grand, intricate ballet,In every cell, they find their place to play,The silent energy, guiding night and day.