In the land of peas, a shadow grows, A creeping rot beneath the rows, The leaves grow dim, the roots run weak, A silent threat no one can speak… The Pea Prince stands, the word is clear, “This same dark mark has fallen there… In distant fields of red and sun— Tomato Land is overrun…” From here to there, where it is meant, The strength is given, the power sent— What is taken returns again, To the fields, the guard, the land… The Pea Prince waits. But old divides run deep and long, Their voices clash, their ways are wrong, No easy road, no welcome gate, The path ahead is bound by fate… Still he turns toward foreign ground, Where no true ally may be found, Through wind and root, through field and stone, He walks a road he must alone… From here to there, where it is meant, The strength is given, the power sent— What is taken returns again, To the fields, the guard, the land… The Pea Prince waits.
