Updated: Feb 11
I’ve got all this land for planting,
All this land for growth.
There are seeds and seeds, so many,
But which ones will profit me the most?
Which ones shall I let grow?
One will rise and give fruits of peace,
And another fruits of joy you see.
But then, oh then, we have the weeds
And certainly, they must go.
I think to myself, it can’t cause harm
To let one lone weed
Grow tall and strong.
So, foolishly I let it stay,
Only to find that I was wrong
One weed, was then two
And then turned into several,
Their roots dug down deep
Entangling each other
Much more than I could manage
It took me months to fully combat the damage.
I tell you this so you’ll be prudent
Guard your land
Watch what you plant and
Decide what you let grow
Be weary of those small things
And be quick to uproot them
You’re sure to find little weeds
That try to hide
Show them no mercy,
Don’t let them rise
You’ve got all this land for planting
All this land for growth
You’ve got seeds and seeds so many
But which ones will profit you the most?
Which ones will you let grow?