The Deadly Harvest

Our hands do what our eyes have seen. Our mind bares a burden that only our conscious can clean. What we think we sow is sometimes scattered all around. From hills to valley but many may not even reach the ground. Even if they're good seeds we throw the bad may still grow and so and so our thoughts may go. How the roots got infested is our fault somehow. We are left eventually with no choice but to plough. Occasionally the rain may fall and the crop may grow tall However, too much rain makes it hard for others to gain. Only the bad weeds living amongst the sad trees are to remain. It’s kind of similar to what we feel in life when we live amongst wickedness and strife. Worse is some of us may want to blame the people between us but truthfully this evil lies within us. We are the ones who cultivate these deeds just like the farmer we couldn’t tell between the seeds. It’s then under the circumstance we show our stature surviving the seasons of life but not falling to its capture. Whether or not it’s good seeds we grow , it’s you that is in control.