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Explore the lush and vibrant world of Tropical Roots in Cassava Poems. From the hearty cassava plant to the tropical paradise it calls home, these poems capture the essence of the exotic and the extraordinary. Dive into the beauty of nature and the rich culture it inspires with each verse. Discover the magic of the tropics through the lens of poetry, where every word is a celebration of life and growth.
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Root of Life:
Cassava in the earth does lie,
A root of life beneath the sky.
With tubers large and leaves so green,
It’s nature’s bounty, pure and clean.
In every root, a gift is found,
A source of strength from fertile ground.
Nature’s Gift:
A gift of nature, rich and pure,
Cassava stands in fields demure.
With every harvest, life is fed,
A staple on which we are led.
In humble soil, it finds its worth,
A treasure deep within the earth.
Sustenance True:
Sustenance true in every bite,
Cassava brings a pure delight.
In kitchens warm and tables spread,
It nourishes, it keeps us fed.
A root that holds the earth’s embrace,
In every meal, its humble grace.
Root Ruckus:
The cassava roots grew big and strong,
But tangled up in a great throng.
They tripped the gardener and made him fall,
As he laughed and said, “Roots for all!”
“Next time,” he said, “I’ll watch my feet,
And avoid your tangle treat!”
Tubers’ Trick:
The cassava tubers played a prank,
On the farmer’s old red tank.
They grew so big and pushed around,
Until the tank was off the ground.
The farmer laughed and shook his head,
“You tubers are full of dread!”
He moved the tank and trimmed the roots,
And gave the tubers some extra boots.
Roots of Life:
In the fields where cassavas thrive,
Roots of life, dreams alive.
A touch so firm, a heart so pure,
Cassava, nature’s allure.
From roots so deep to harvest grand,
Cassava, life’s hand.
A symbol of sustenance, a sign of grace,
Cassava, life’s embrace.
In its presence, nourishment found,
Cassava, all around.
Roots of life, pure and bright,
Cassava, in the light.
In its growth, hope renews,
Cassava, nature’s views.
With each harvest, life expands,
Cassava, nature’s hands.
