I held a seed in my hand

and with that seed I had a plan

to drop it into the ground indeed

I’d plant that magnificent seed

and watch it grow big and grand.

Once I dropped that seed into the ground

proffered advice came quickly around.

Neighbor said water the ground more

to rejuvenate and restore

and my seed would surely grow

if I watered it just like so

this was too important to ignore.

He said while his flower bed sat dry

and as he spoke his last flower did die.

Friend said it would be rather sweet

to cover it from too much heat

just a little protection

would really be perfection

and help it be whole and complete.

She said while her flowers drooped in the sun

before her advice was even done.

Sister said what I really need

is to not let an enemy weed

be allowed to grow nearby

and if I chose not to comply

the weed would overtake my seed.

She said while weeds did overpower

all of her pretty little flowers.

Brother said not to do too much,

best to leave it alone and not touch

too much fuss is never good

nature will do just what it should

if meant to be it will do such.

He said while his batch still brown

and nothing more than hard ground.

I listened to what they did say

but realized at the end of the day

I did what I felt was best

and let go of all the rest

I took care of my seed my own way.

My seed wasn’t perfect but just fine

because after all, it was mine.

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