A seed is planted
A vine grows there
Shall it be flowers
or ever be bare?
As a word is spoken
A thought grows there
Shall it be one of kindness
Or cause some one to despair?
Choose well your seed
When your vine grows there
It shall ever have flowers
It shall never be bare
Choose well your words
ANd as thoughts grow there
Let there always be kindness
And cause no one to despair.
The Old Fisherman
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