Destiny's Gardener - Poem by craig moon
Destiny is a word,
that is hard to define.
For no knows the future,
which can be hard or very kind.
But you are your own gardeners,
your every thought is a seed.
And if you work very harder.
you are bound to succeed.
For Ideal hands, make Ideal minds.
making destiny like a weed.
Which can strangle all the flowers,
you've planted in your dreams.
So make all your dreams,
become reallity for you.
And go plant your own destiny
which you can grow with your will! ....
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