The Seeds You Scatter
Beneath the sun’s forgiving glow,
We cast the seeds of what we sow.
Through fertile ground or barren plain,
We plant the roots of joy or pain.
A whispered word, a kind embrace,
Can bloom into a brighter place.
Yet anger, sown in careless ways,
May sprout as thorns in a tangled haze.
Each act a seed, each thought a thread,
As we weave a tapestry in our head.
The harvest waits, no time to cheat—
What’s planted now, you’ll one day meet.
So till the soil with love and care,
For in the end, the fruit is fair.
Be mindful, as the seasons show:
In life, you always reap what you sow.
Mark
