Oh Diospyros in my hand, Born of Mother Earth, Thriving and growing as planned. We celebrate the season of your birth. Food for the Gods indeed! Sublime nectar of ambrosia. This is the time of your seed Throughout all America and Asia. May each of these seeds Take a part of my toil As their faithful steed To bear them into the soil. So that someday after tomorrow Someone will eat these divine fruits And know: For all we have, we only borrow, Even our bodies: rented suits.