From tropic soil where spices grow,
Cardamom seeds in warm winds flow.
Distilled with care, their oils release,
A fragrant gift of calm and peace.

Called “Queen of Spices” long ago,
From India’s hills to Guatemala’s glow.
A sweet and spicy breath it brings,
A treasure prized by queens and kings.

It soothes the stomach, lightens care,
A gentle aid for troubles there.
In kitchens, hearts, and homes it stays,
A friend through nights and brighter days.

Diffused, its scent uplifts the mind,
Clarity and focus you will find.
For study hours or quiet prayer,
Its grounding touch is always there.

When seasons shift and breath feels tight,
Cardamom lends a steady light.
Its vapors clear, the chest feels free,
A comfort shared through history.

Egypt’s halls and India’s tea,
Whispers of cardamom still roam free.
A spice, a song, a timeless balm,
Forever fragrant, warm, and calm.