Sun plant and friut

Sunlight, daylight follows 

Photosyntheses to have plant manufacture 

 Green-leaves and fruit on trees 

The Last Gulyas Soup

I should have seen it coming 
Really should have, hunger rumbling my stomach 
With preview given at a glance 


What's with a seat at the high table 
Drinks and pleasantries, opened arms 
And the art of given mastered 


My nose senses, my stomach awakens 
Oblige to the scent of aroma 
The wonderful gulyas soup 


This is home made, Anya Horváth
Bespoke with serenading love 
As it boils to fill an apatite  


Mine is to say yes please, 
Kérem, please do serve 
My hunger awaken to feast 


On yours precious, köszönöm 
Will be my last words 
When I am finished, with delight 


Note: The picture shown not the Gulyas soup I had,
finished it before thinking of writing this piece
I am sure to have some more, however the title
gives the poem a feel to reflex the holiday I was on