Beneath the earth I grow, a humble brown knight. Though my visage is plain, I transform into golden delights or a comforting mash. From famine's grip, I once saved a nation.

I lie where life should perish fast, Yet in my bounds, green shadows last. A mirror born of desert’s sigh, Where weary feet and camels lie. What am I?

I rest in a basket, shiny and round, With a crisp little snap when I’m bitten, I’m found. I can tempt both the wise and the bold, In stories of secrets and knowledge of old. From orchard to classroom, I’m simple and sweet, A symbol of health and a daily-time treat.

A space cloud of gas and dust A place to form a new star Thanos adoptee who he should not trust With the right lens, you can see it from afar

Though she may be the lone stand on the beach Her stock is always at an arms reach If she ever needs some more She may always check the seashore