In a jar of glass, so cool and clear,
A pickle waits, its purpose near.
A humble cucumber, once so green,
Now a tangy treat, crisp and keen.

In briny depths, it took its time,
To soak in flavors, so sublime.
With garlic cloves and dill entwined,
A masterpiece of taste combined.

Oh, pickle, with your sour bite,
You bring our palates such delight.
On sandwiches or by your own,
A crunchy joy, now fully grown.

From garden vine to jar you flew,
A journey in each bite we chew.
Simple yet profound, you show,
How small things in our lives can grow.