Today I gather a rich harvest,
Reaping the rewards of seeds once sown.
A garden of beauty greets me each day,
Born from values I’ve tended and grown.
The sun coaxes tender seedlings upward,
And the rain quenches their thirst with grace.
Yet daily I must pull the weeds
That threaten the roots at their base.
Just as a farmer prepares his soil,
I must cultivate every part of my life
With lessons of love and integrity
To withstand the storms and strife.
My soul has been tilled and nourished, refined—
And now I watch what blossoms within.
A treasure I’m eager and willing to share,
For these seeds will live on again.
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