When the sower went to sow
His seeds he sought to grow
The seeds were of perfection
But, his choice was where he tossed them
Our seeds from birth to us is granted
Be in natural talents or special abilities
Are to us granted with perfection
With all it takes to excel.
I know it’s true there are life thorns
And rocks awaiting your arrival
With deep and raging waters
Like jumping from a plane
Even though well strapped with right gear
But adversary waiting your landing
Yes broken homes
Alcoholic fathers
Whoring mothers
Racist governments
Lying politicians
Blow up the list, you may
Yet once you somehow
Survive this initial adversity
His might Grace and love your wind
And assume control of the seeds
Your choice, your seeds, to still disperse
Paying heed to where they land
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