Who Sows the Seeds

 

Who Sows the Seeds

 

Once a wise old man thought, and thought, and thought,

He thought about all the wisdom that he had been taught.

The dreadful lessons of life, the hurt, and all the pain,

The awful people who had spread desolation and disdain.

 

He thought about all the stars above, within the universe,

The union between good and bad, for better, or worse.

The one who had sown the seeds of life that germinate,

And the mystical seeds of thought that in heads incubate.

 

The ones who sow the seeds of hope, of a utopia somewhere,

So, people can learn to live within a twisted world of despair.

The place where the masses can come together in the land of hope,

Where hope is an unanswered prayer, a badly tangled rope.

 

Whilst seeds of happiness live side by side with discontent,

So, people can convey a smiley face wherever they went.

Some preached of grand virtues, set to fight the seeds of sin,

Bound within every culture and religion, with a different spin.

 

And the heavenly seeds of sacrifice, of giving so much more,

Until they had to grieve the brave souls sent away to war.

The more he thought, the deeper he went into another sphere,

Far beyond the shallow pond, the tedious daily grind we hear.

 

He thought of thought, how other minds are bound to think,

Why they live and act the way they do, and how they keep in sync.

He put himself in the shoes of other people, just to understand,

Why things are the way they are in the wicked ways of man.

 

And then the old man paused and thought about the seeds he'd sown,

The ones that had brought happiness, and those he should have known.

Were some of them seeds of love, whilst others carried pain?

And if he had the chance to live, would he sow them all again?

 

Then suddenly the old man stopped and looked within,

And wondered what his own life's seeds had grown from deep within.

For some had blossomed beautifully, whilst others caused him pain,

And some had brought a harvest, whilst others grew like weeds again.

 

He thought about the seeds of love that he had sown along the way,

The words that brought some happiness, the kindnesses each day.

But then he thought of other seeds, the ones he wished undone,

The words that could not be recalled, the damage he had done.

 

And perhaps the greatest wisdom that his years had brought to him

Was knowing that the seeds we sow can flourish or grow dim.

For every seed we broadcast away may find a place to grow,

And where and what it becomes, we may never really know.

 

He looked upon the garden of the life that he had made,

At every little seed he'd sown, each memory it had laid.

Then quietly he wondered, as he looked towards the sun,

If he could sow his seeds again, which ones would he have done?

 

And now the old man turns away, and leaves the thought with you,

For only you can truly know the seeds that you have grew.

Look back upon the garden of the life that you have sown,

To the seeds which were good, and which you should have known.

 

Now you must ask yourself, within the honesty of your heart,

What seeds have you sown thru your life, right from the very start?

Were they seeds of kindness, love, compassion, hope and care,

Or seeds that left behind some pain, resentment and despair?

 

And when you look upon the garden that your life has grown,

Will you be proud of all the seeds that you have ever sown?

For every seed that we have cast may find a place to grow,

And only time can truly tell what harvest it will show.

 

So now the question passes on from him to you instead,

For every life is filled with seeds that we have left or spread.

 

Now you must ask yourself, within the honesty of your heart…

 

What type of seeds have I sown?

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Sept 2026)