Spinach Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Spinach

Tired of shopping malls,
Went to buy spinach,
Straight from the farm.

"Go and pick what you want, "
Said the seller, he was kind.

Looked at the green lanes,
They were like prayers,
Of the Muslims and church.

Suddenly heard a sound,
Was scared, looked around,
Saw clouds and sky,
No one else, just no one!

Talked to me spinach:
"Don't be fooled by my look! "

It revealed: "My contents,
Are no more like parents',
The chemicals of farmers
Brought change to our faith,
We are modern, converted! "