Ode to rhizobium (revision poem)
Oh, Rhizobium,
How I am fixated in thy anaerobic presence!
Like dinitrogen I am transformed.
Amonia springs from thee,
N and H3 joined in thy union.
Thou burrowest into my heart
As if it were a legume,
Growing a nodule in the root hairs of my soul.
How clovers, peas and even vetch
Seduce thee with their chemical love.
Thou gainest thy sweetness from a phloem,
That thou spurrest with hormones.
And givest thy excess aminos in return.
Oh, mutualistic matrimony!
Oh, sweet symbiosis!
