I’m born from cane and crystal clear, A silent kiss that draws you near. I hide in cakes and morning brew, Too much of me is bad for you. I melt away, yet leave a mark, I sweeten life from dawn till dark.

Ain’t nobody cool as me unless they’re known for being level headed. Long and green, crunchy and delicious. Sweet or sour, sometimes that bite can be vicious.

The ground around me is forgiving to a fall, but deadly without understanding. Near or far, people traverse on me for beauty or sport. Here beauty can turn to a swirl of chaos.

Stumps I make, The leftovers you take, I am man-made, Just a stick and a blade

When leaves turn to nature's confetti, and the sun takes a softer stroll across the sky, this season hums a cooler tune.