In fields of golden wheat they sway,
Carbohydrates, the dawn of day,
Silent energy in grains confined,
Fueling the bodies and the mind.

From roots of earth, their journey starts,
In nature’s bosom, they play their parts,
A symphony of sugars, starch, and fiber,
In every bite, they whisper “survivor.”

In fruits sweet and vegetables bright,
They weave through the day and night,
Offering strength in their silent grace,
In every meal, they find their place.

Oh, carbohydrates, humble and true,
In every dish, we find you anew,
From bread to pasta, rice to corn,
In you, our daily strength is born.