Written by: ilene bauer

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