Harvest
All fruit takes time to ripen
As well as rotting meat
Our bad deeds turning putrid
While good deed become sweet
The harm we entertain inside
May take some time to stink
And permeate our habitat
With ruin on the brink
A good seed planted in the heart
Will shoot forth sprouts and leaves
In words and acts, but wont stop there
For then it turns to seed
Which replicates after it’s kind
A bountiful increase
Be careful what you cultivate
For therein you will feast
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