B - CHOCOLATE

CHOCOLATE

Once you are into the mouth,
Chocolate,
You start melting,
Ah! What a taste it is.
When you first come,
You are not so
For then you are,
Only a seed.

The tree that bears you,
Is the proud one,
For her flowers become,
The seeds that you are.
When you, the seed,
Is ground into powder,
You come as a beverage,
In hot milk and water.

You are the best,
When you are made,
And wrapped in
Shiny wrappers,
And out in the market,
You are sold,
The most liked
'Chocolate' that you are.