I see the bone-white tree with its yellow leaves,
and my tongue salivates. I swallow
and my stomach curls up in contentment.
I breathe and my heart grows warm.
I eat of this tree, this free feast
until I am nearly full.
The Artist of this culinary masterpiece
smiles through it,
and I leave a little room left
for this is only the appetizer,
and one day I will feast
on what now would make me burst.