The Fruits of Our Becoming

Every human being is a seed,

Planted in the soil of time.

Some rise through storms and hardship,

Some bloom in seasons sublime.

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No two seeds are ever alike,

Though they share the same earth below.

One bears fruit sweet as honey,

Another teaches wisdom through sorrow.

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The mango does not envy the apple,

Nor the rose compete with the vine.

Each carries a purpose hidden within,

Designed by a hand divine.

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Some fruits nourish the hungry,

Offering kindness with every branch.

Some provide shelter to weary souls,

A refuge from life's avalanche.

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Others grow bitter through neglect,

Watered by anger, pride, and greed.

For the fruit we carry tomorrow

Depends on today's thought and deed.

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The smallest seed may become a giant tree,

Its roots embracing generations yet unborn.

While mighty forests often begin

As a fragile seed newly worn.

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Judge not the seed by its appearance,

Nor by the ground where it first fell.

For greatness often grows in silence,

Where unseen possibilities dwell.

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So tend the garden of your spirit,

Let compassion be the rain you receive.

For every human being is a seed,

And every life bears fruit, believe.

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In the harvest of our existence,

The world will taste what we became.

Not the wealth we gathered along the way,

But the fruit that carried our name.