In fields of golden grain, they lie,
Carbohydrates, nature’s sweet reply.
From roots that burrow deep in earth,
To leaves that drink the sun’s warm mirth.

They travel through the silent vein,
In fruits and bread, in rice and grain.
Sustaining life with every bite,
Silent whispers in the night.

The rush of sugar, the dance of fire,
In every cell, they spark desire.
The fuel that keeps the heart in beat,
The rhythm in our daily feat.

So let us honor this humble source,
Of energy, of vital force.
Carbohydrates, in every form,
The quiet power that keeps us warm.