Ode to the tomato

I have loved watching you grow

Born of a tiniest seed, delicately shaped,

you appeared one day out of the soil

How one leaf turned into two, and then four and perhaps eight

But then I lost count of your growth.

In the early days you were so fragile to hold

Wrapped in brown earth

You multiplied and behold

A cluster of yellow flowers grown of the vine

And in no time

You gave me what your intentions have been

Bright red berries we cherished

And christened

Grape, or Cherry or Gardeners Delight

The holy water from a watering can

Continued to sustained your thirsty quench

Until the harvest called for your collection

A basketful of tomatoes

Signs of summer we forever behold

You have continued to bring me endless joy!

Your fruit grown of the vine

So sweet, so bountiful

I sense I blush calling you by name

You, the humble tomato.

Tasked with writing an Ode. Almost impossible! I couldn't find inspiration until the sweetest tomato found me! June 2024