We Are But Sowers
We are, but sowers.
The seeds, they
are not ours –
We do not own them.
Neither do we make
the sun to shine,
the rain to water,
or the soil to nourish.
We are, but sowers.
We may, or may not,
reap the fruits of our labour,
if the seeds do sprout, mature
and bear fruit.
We choose, however,
what to sow, when to sow.
Do we sow
seeds of love, joy, peace, hope?
Or do we sow seeds of
hate, suffering, discord, despair?
i stand in awe,
humbled and aware,
when i returned
to see a tree years after.
i did not sow the seed, but
i saw it sprout,
saw it grow.
i am moved
by the pink blossoms
of joy, of love, of hope.
Judge a tree by its fruits
and i know
where this tree stand
in the grand scheme of things.