Salad... What a medley of Nature fills my plate ! My sisters the plants, The companions of springs, the saints--- No one prays to...

And they're cut and brought to our table,
And in the hotels the noisy guests
Arrive with their strapped-up blankets
And causally order "Salad",

Without thinking that they're requiring 
    Mother Earth
To give her freshness and her first-born,
Her very first green words,
The first living and gleaming things
That Noah saw
When the waters subsided and the
   hilltops emerged
all drenched and green,

And in the sky where the dove appeared
The rainbow started to fade...