Your mind is a fire, flames burning high, You can choose to fuel it or let it die.

Your mind is the ocean, vast and wide You can expand it, or choose to hide.

Your mind is an eagle, flying over the heather, You can follow it far or be content with a feather.

Your mind is the wind, whispering through the trees, You can choose to listen or stop and seize.

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, You can grow flowers or you can grow weeds.