04-02-2025, 07:14 AM
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In a land where life’s great garden grew,
A web of green, both old and new,
A Gardener’s hand, with love so wide,
Kept harmony on every side.
The garden bloomed when seeds were sown,
With care, to flourish, not to own,
But thieves of greed would tear apart,
The balance held in nature’s heart.
A traveler walked with seeds in hand,
To plant with love across the land,
A guide within, a voice so clear,
Spoke wisdom soft into the ear:
“Plant seeds with care, let all things thrive,
For life’s great web keeps all alive,
But watch the thieves, who take, destroy,
Their greed consumes what should bring joy.”
At first, the traveler, pure of heart,
Gave seeds to all, no thought to part,
To flower, tree, and creature small,
Believing all would heed the call.
But thieves arose, with shadows long,
Their greed and pride a cruel song,
They snatched the seeds, left naught to grow,
And left the garden steeped in woe.
The traveler fell, depleted, weak,
The garden’s ruin pained to seek,
The guide then whispered, low and true,
“Within, the mirror waits for you.”
The mirror shone, a truth so bright,
It showed the seeds lost in the night,
“Your heart was pure, but wisdom learn,
Give not to thieves, let discernment burn.”
The traveler rose, with seeds anew,
And heard the guide, both wise and true,
“From abundance give, not lack, dear friend,
Empower growth, let exploitation end.”
With careful hands, the seeds were sown,
To those who’d nurture, not just own,
The thieves cried out, “You give too small!”
But wisdom turned away their call.
Yet still, the traveler felt the strain,
The garden’s chaos brought such pain,
Among the trees, the soul would hide,
To heal from all the world’s divide.
The guide then spoke, “Connection’s life,
But wisdom tempers human strife,
Plant seeds, though small, in solitude’s shade,
And growth will bloom where fear once stayed.”
Each night, the mirror’s light would gleam,
To show the truth, not judge, but dream,
Of seeds well-planted, thieves denied,
And lessons learned with humble pride.
At last, the pearl gate shone ahead,
A peace where weary souls are led,
But closed it stayed, the guide did say,
“Not yet, dear heart, another day.”
“Return to plant, to grow, to learn,
Through cycles wide, your soul will turn,
Each seed, each step, a lesson’s art,
Will lead you to the gate of heart.”
And so, the traveler walked once more,
To tend the garden, rich with lore,
With seeds of love, and wisdom’s sight,
To heal the world, and set it right.
M.A
A web of green, both old and new,
A Gardener’s hand, with love so wide,
Kept harmony on every side.
The garden bloomed when seeds were sown,
With care, to flourish, not to own,
But thieves of greed would tear apart,
The balance held in nature’s heart.
A traveler walked with seeds in hand,
To plant with love across the land,
A guide within, a voice so clear,
Spoke wisdom soft into the ear:
“Plant seeds with care, let all things thrive,
For life’s great web keeps all alive,
But watch the thieves, who take, destroy,
Their greed consumes what should bring joy.”
At first, the traveler, pure of heart,
Gave seeds to all, no thought to part,
To flower, tree, and creature small,
Believing all would heed the call.
But thieves arose, with shadows long,
Their greed and pride a cruel song,
They snatched the seeds, left naught to grow,
And left the garden steeped in woe.
The traveler fell, depleted, weak,
The garden’s ruin pained to seek,
The guide then whispered, low and true,
“Within, the mirror waits for you.”
The mirror shone, a truth so bright,
It showed the seeds lost in the night,
“Your heart was pure, but wisdom learn,
Give not to thieves, let discernment burn.”
The traveler rose, with seeds anew,
And heard the guide, both wise and true,
“From abundance give, not lack, dear friend,
Empower growth, let exploitation end.”
With careful hands, the seeds were sown,
To those who’d nurture, not just own,
The thieves cried out, “You give too small!”
But wisdom turned away their call.
Yet still, the traveler felt the strain,
The garden’s chaos brought such pain,
Among the trees, the soul would hide,
To heal from all the world’s divide.
The guide then spoke, “Connection’s life,
But wisdom tempers human strife,
Plant seeds, though small, in solitude’s shade,
And growth will bloom where fear once stayed.”
Each night, the mirror’s light would gleam,
To show the truth, not judge, but dream,
Of seeds well-planted, thieves denied,
And lessons learned with humble pride.
At last, the pearl gate shone ahead,
A peace where weary souls are led,
But closed it stayed, the guide did say,
“Not yet, dear heart, another day.”
“Return to plant, to grow, to learn,
Through cycles wide, your soul will turn,
Each seed, each step, a lesson’s art,
Will lead you to the gate of heart.”
And so, the traveler walked once more,
To tend the garden, rich with lore,
With seeds of love, and wisdom’s sight,
To heal the world, and set it right.
M.A
