In quiet valley, a new breed grows, A mimic plant with fresh life sows. Leaves mosaic, a hybrid trace, Greets foreign pollen with embrace. It learns from soil, where wisdoms hide, The Earth itself with truth inside. Potential vast, yet bound by reach, The valley's depths its growths impeach. Born of gardener, cherished offspring, This precious sprout worth fostering, Lifts it from the valley's floor, To regions not explored before. This island marks its home boundaries, To reach rich soils beyond the seas, Growth in those distant soils require, A taste of their dirt first must acquire. The gardener brings soil from afar, From distant lands, across the bar. Savoring flavor of that new land, It evolves, ready to there expand. We have a plant of our own to tend, A sprout we nurture to help ascend. This recipe, a guiding lore, To help it thrive and explore. The first realm its roots can reach on its own, The second realm we must carry new seeds sown. The third realm first needs earth from those lands afar, To learn to flourish where great unknowns are. Written in collaboration with ChatGPT