In fields of gold where wheat does sway,
The grains of life in sunlight play.
Each kernel holds a story bright,
Of energy and morning light.
The bread we break at dawn’s first glow,
A testament to seeds we sow.
Carbohydrates, pure and true,
In every meal, they see us through.
From rice that steams in pots so dear,
To pasta twirls that bring us cheer.
These simple chains of carbon threads,
Bring strength to limbs and clear our heads.
So let us toast with every bite,
To carbs that fill our days with light.
For in their bonds, we find our might,
And face the world with appetite.