From ancient lands where spices bloom,
A tiny seed, a bold perfume.
With warmth and fire, rich and deep,
A healer’s touch, a strength to keep.

A warrior spice through time it stands,
Once traded gold in distant lands.
It graced the tables of the old,
A treasure worth its weight in gold.

A drop to calm, to ease the mind,
A scent so strong, yet warm and kind.
To muscles sore, it brings relief,
A touch of heat, a sigh of peace.

It stirs the pot, enhances taste,
No meal too simple, none to waste.
A spark in soups, on meats it sings,
A depth of flavor, bold it brings.

Within its oil, a shield is found,
To fight the threats that move around.
A daily drop, a steady guide,
To guard the body from inside.

For troubled thoughts, for restless nights,
It soothes the heart, restores the light.
A breath of spice, a touch so pure,
A timeless gift, a power sure.

A humble seed, yet bold and grand,
A fiery warmth in every land.
From dish to remedy, near and far,
Black pepper shines—a healing star.