Planted with care and hope,

But alas, they have not thrived,

All leaf and no radish, nope.

The feeling is one of despair,

A garden left unfulfilled,

No crunchy bites to savor,

No radishes to be grilled.

But even in this disappointment,

There is still a glimmer of light,

For the process of growing,

Is a journey worth the fight.

So let's try again, my dear,

With seeds anew we'll sow,

And perhaps next time, oh joy,

Our radishes will grow.