Direction: Read the poem and answer the following question:

"Oh, in due time, how many pods burst forth!
So many pods, such lovely pods!
How abundantly this earth yields! Mother Earth,
How immensely she gives to her beloved sons!
I had failed to comprehend her greatness,
Sowing coins in childhood out of naive greed!
Earth is the mother of gems—now have I understood!
Grains of true equality must be sown herein,
Seeds of human capacity must be sown herein,
So that even dust may yield golden harvests,
And horizons smile with the toil of human life.
As we sow, so shall we reap."

Question: With what sentiment had the poet sown coins in childhood?