In summer's sway, with a rind so thick, inside lies the sun's juicy trick. Green or yellow, sweet and round, a picnic's joy can be found.

Born underground, I hide my gold beneath the soil. Pull me free, and I’ll reward you with crunchy sweetness that your eyes appreciate.

I used to be one, but aeons wore me down, From what i am now, time's passage was drawn. Cast me in flame, unite me true, and once i am pure, you will see through.

I came into your life after the first pages were written, Patience you show me, through trials gently smitten. I’ll return your love a thousandfold, in every quiet, faithful way, And wait for you beyond the rainbow, when this life drifts away.

Brown and dead, A body with no head. Found in water and not buried underground, Floating away and not sinking down.