Fruits of Effort

You reap what you sow But if it was sabotaged, Will it really, ever grow? I fail to understand how The seedling I did plant now Was decayed when it erupt As if it had been fed cyanide, stead water. I must face what has grown And accept what has shown It was planted with love And it did not grow a trove But a murky brown of the soil where it lay. How, in fact, must I make way For such a fact, I should dismay That I sang to it all-day And still, it did not display. Now it is time to collect All of which I have wrecked Just like the time in effect I have managed to affect the plant which I did sow.