I was once a cozy home, Where a tiny creature used to roam. Now I’m empty, tossed by the swell, Found on beaches - what can I tell?

Everyone within this is more closely related to each other than to anyone outside of it.

A raging heat upon a stilt, A face of clones so neatly built, My height grows rapid, then I wilt. A stalking yell, through dirt and silt.

Clinging tight to home, Child of patience and slow growth, Lives, dies, in the dark

The pumpkins puff proud and the cornstalks stand tall, Apples plop plump as the cool breezes call. We snip and we snap till the fields are all bare- When ripening giggles, I’m thick in the air.