Our Deeds are Seeds

Written by: Adeleke Adeite

All our folks are fallow fields,
yearning each year for yields,
our soul and spirits sow seeds,
as we decides our daily deeds. 
Our course, cause and creeds
make beauties bloom or bleeds.
The wisdom and words we wield
shows shadows or shining shield.
We are either wheat or weeds,
what we flaunt: flame or feeds.
Love or loss, the life we lead,
will make us either fired or freed.
Be good, do no graze in greed,
Play your part...the poor pleads.
Inspire, impart and impact indeed,
let the humble hearted take heed.