Vanilla’s delicate orchid, remembers its vow to humanity,
Each flower pollinates, only by the touch of human hands;
An object d’ art on nature’s altar, festooned in floral beauty.
Beans in olfactory buoys, bob upon flavor’s tossed gales,
Their essence, a voice on water, calming uncharted waves.
Obsidian extract in amber vials; their aroma oars outstretched,
Dock at each port of call, bartering their cultivated riches,
In exchange for the immeasurable currency, of the human touch.