Flowers or weeds can be grown
When the seeds are sown,
The flowers can make a beautiful garden,
The weeds can merely be a useless burden,
If thoughts are the seeds,
Depending on what we sow
Something would spring up and grow,
As an outcome of our deeds,
The mind could become a lovely garden
Or it could function as an aching burden.
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