Beneath the skin, the bark,
Under the tresses, the canopy,
Over the feet, the tap root,
There rests a life form, beautified
By straw-like channels of conduit
Where sugars flow from leafy
Lattices to straw-colored grains.
A life that carries 9 billion
On her green overcoat streaked
With stitch lines and stretch marks. 
And we cultivate these jade beauties
To embellish life with the little tokens
She provides; harvests, gleanings
And a little diatomic gas. 
And when wishbone becomes wish
We harvest golden grains
To quench open mouths of human nestlings
With dewdrops of starch.