The Melody of Food

Oh, food, a song on every plate,

A symphony we celebrate.

From humble grains to feasts divine,

You weave a thread through heart and time.

The sizzle of pans, the spices’ dance,

The savory pull of a fleeting glance.

A stew that warms, a pie that sings,

A banquet born of simple things.

Sweet whispers of cakes, of honeyed gold,

A taste of youth, a memory told.

The tang of citrus, sharp and bright,

A burst of sun in every bite.

Through cultures vast, through hands that share,

You tell our stories, raw and bare.

A bowl of noodles, broth so deep,

A comfort rich, where souls may sleep.

You bridge the gaps, you build the ties,

A universal love that never dies.

Around the table, hearts combine,

In every dish, a thread divine.

Oh, food, you nourish more than bone,

You feed the soul, you make us whole.

A gift, a joy, a life's embrace,

A timeless art, a sacred space.