You Reap What You Sow, Or? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The tiny seed you toss so free,
Becomes the plant for all to see.
Kindness offered, gentle hand,
Brings sweet return across the land.

A hasty word, a bitter sting,
What sorrow then will it then bring?
If you stand back, and do not aid,
No helping hand will be displayed.

A lonely ship, on ocean wide,
Is it the tides, or your own pride?
A wall you build, so tall and strong,
And wonder why no friends belong.

Then others near, a different path,
They shut you out, with silent wrath.
For reasons hid, not understood,
A lonely field, where naught is good.

The flavor found, the fruit you bite,
Is from the seeds you sowed in light.
What comes to pass, a winding way,
Sometimes a puzzle, day by day.