The Journey

It is just a journey,
From beginning to end
From start to finish
The seeds take
From soil to plate
Though the journey is short
It is done with subtle splendor
With a gentle warming and swelling
Then rising towards the light
Unfolding delicate leaves
Growing visibly every day
Bosoms,
Orange, yellow and white
Dance with the bees
And then
Voila'
The fruit begins to grow and ripen
My seasoned hands touch
And pick
Wash and chop
Cook and saute
Dinner