Fallow Fields

All our folks are fallow fields, yearning each year for yields, our soul and spirits... sow seeds as we decide our daily deeds. Our course, cause and creeds make beauty to bloom or bleed. The wisdom & words we wield, share shadows or shining shield. We are either wheats or weeds, what we flaunt: flame or feeds. Love or loss, the life we leads, forever makes us fired or freed. Be good, do no graze in greed, play your part...the poor pleads. Inspire, impart and impact indeed, oh humble-hearted, take heed! Copyright 2012. Adeleke Adeite.