I complete a martini and produce the best oil.

In the garden, green and sweet, a fragrant leaf you'll meet. With a hint of mint and clove, it’s a chef’s beloved trove.

Upon a tree, high in the sky's dome, A hairy orb makes a tropical home. Thirsty monkeys pry, As it tumbles, oh my! Inside, a drink sweet as honeycomb.

Bone and stone are the same for me even if I don't live in reality. Snake of stone or rock you own, I hope you learn to love me.

I bloom in red, my seeds crown bread, yet from my sap come dreams instead.