Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds.
You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds.
The animals will prance and skip
Among the beliefs of your day
While mosquitoes nip
At your sweet skin like prey
Surroundings will flourish
As long as you nourish
Feeding positive thoughts
That create your plot
So be mindful each day
Of what your loved ones say
To yield the most fruit
As an ab...