An ode to the humble onion

O mighty onion,
Rotund and oh so proud
In royal purple you come to us
and give us the gift of lust
for food, and all things that smell good.
You turn the dull and boring
into a symphony of complexity,
Oh you Ganesh of the cooking world
who gets the worship of every cook
making varieties of foodstuff,
we pray thee, that you grace us with your best
and elevate whatever else we put in you at rest.

Oh onion powerful and strong
you bring even the great of warriors
into a stream of running tears
your layers deep and intriguing
like an unending book of mysteries
that one can just
keep on reading and reading and reading,
you rule the world,
the east, the west, north and south,
you got it all,
we bow to your might,
we bow to your story
we bow to all that
you have ever given to us!