What you give, you'll get back,
Like a seed, it's on its track.
A kindness sown, a smile so true,
Returns to you, fresh and new.
A harsh word spoken, a deed unkind,
Leaves a shadow, left behind.
It circles back, a gentle breeze,
Or a storm that shakes the trees.
No escape from what you do,
The universe sees all of you.
So plant good seeds, with loving hand,
And peace will bloom throughout the land.
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