You Reap What You Sow

Planting the garden with all love and kindness I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation Reflecting on life passed, already slipped through my fingers Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand When minutes were short and hours so fully crammed with business I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence and scatter aimlessly upon the land Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail For quality of moment did not matter, meant little to me Little I did would flourish for it surely wasn't manned nor intended No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing Yet now my precious moments surely stand I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no, gently taking back that that was too freely given To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance So I could get a grip, a hold on all To really know how to stamp my brand For time stands still for no-one