Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds

Sink your roots deep, probing the soil

Or keep them shallow and continue to toil

Reach for the heavens, with your petals sunward

Wilt and bend the stem, your face pointed downward

Your leaves stretched wide to receive the light

Or fold into yourself, your ferns curled tight

It’s in your power to blossom and bloom

Choose to flourish or seal your doom