When I was young, I'd plant a seed
With all the help from mum I'd need
We dug a hole and let it fall
Then filled the sand, just like before
A watering can, she would give
And told me, it needs this to live
So every morning, I'd water the sand
Hoping it would grow so grand
I'd count the days; it took three weeks
Before the shoot would start to peek
My daily watering, always flowed
I was so proud, when it showed
It grew a stem and them some leaves
From the sun and air, it breathes
And not long after, a pod with peas
Soon would grow, with such ease
A few weeks passed and ready to pick
I was amazed, it was so quick
And with my meal, the peas were served
They were so tasty and deserved
Now I'm older, I tried again
Years have passed, since way back then
And in my soil, I dug the ground
Where ever a patch, of sand was found
But it wasn't the same, the sand was dry
Although I hoped, the peas would try
They wouldn't shoot, no stem would sprout
My mind was filled, with so much doubt
The sand I'd water, but not absorbed
Taking weeks, before seeds explored
The shoot was brown and not aiming high
It had no will, to reach the sky
So fertilized and chemical filled
I was hoping, would make it willed
But months would pass, before peas formed
And even then, looked all deformed
Now I know why, when plants are grown
The whole process just seems unknown
And chemicals, what's used to feed
When nature once, would fill this need
