Style: (Verse 1) There was a time the fields ran dry, And the shelves were lined with doubt. Crops were bred for travel miles, Not what life was all about. We lived beneath a quiet fear That hunger might return — A shadow on the brightest days, A lesson hard to unlearn. (Chorus) But this is the feast we learned to grow, From every hand, in every home. A garden rising heart by heart, No one left to starve alone. With colors bright and roots that heal, And hope in every seed we sow — The world became a table set With the feast we learned to grow. (Verse 2) Then came the apple‑nut in bloom, A miracle on a humble stem — Its nuts store well in a protective rind — A famine‑ending little tree That grew in most any place you’d find. (Bridge) And minds of light stood by our side, Mapping soil, sun, and rain. They helped us shape the gardens Where no hunger would remain. But flavor, joy, and ritual — Those choices stayed our own, A partnership of science, soul, In every plot we’ve grown. (Chorus) Oh, this is the feast we learned to grow, From every hand, in every home. A garden rising heart by heart, No one left to starve alone. With colors bright and roots that heal, And hope in every seed we sow — The world became a table set With the feast we learned to grow. (Outro) Now rooftops bloom with tiny orchards, Starships hum with hanging vines. Every place a little Eden, Every meal a shared design. And if you taste the apple‑nut, You’ll know the story too — How we fed the world with kindness, And the world grew kind anew.
