Seeds

Every thought within our brains Is like a seed that’s sown. Some we nurture tenderly Until they’re fully grown. Others we ignore and soon They shrivel up and die, Leaving room for newer seeds To shortly occupy. Those that we decide to raise May flourish with some care, Blossoming and sending shoots With fruits for all to share. What each seed becomes we choose, For each of us, alone, Determines what we’ll reap From all the seeds that we’ve been sown. ilene bauer - for Sandy Ivy D's "Seeds" contest