In fields of gold where grains arise,
Carbohydrates find their birth,
Silent strength in every slice,
Fueling life upon this earth.

From morning bread to evening rice,
They whisper through our daily fare,
In simple forms, they do suffice,
To lift the load we daily bear.

In fruits and roots, they hide their might,
In pasta’s twirl and potato’s skin,
A steady source, both day and night,
Of energy that lies within.

So let us honor this quiet source,
The humble carb that stokes our flame,
In every meal, it charts our course,
And keeps us strong in body and name.