Not knowing all the hidden ways
Our quiet choices, small and kind,
Are planting seeds we leave behind.
A gentle word, a helping hand,
A hope we barely understand,
Like tiny seeds beneath the ground,
They wait where patient roots are found.
Some seeds will sleep for many years,
Through changing days and passing tears,
Yet deep below the silent earth
They gather strength and shape their worth.
Then one gentle day, without a sound,
Green shoots of joy rise from the ground,
A child’s bright laugh, a grandchild’s smile,
Sweet blossoms growing all the while.
And looking back, we slowly see
The garden life has grown for me
From every hope and loving deed
Came flowers from a simple seed.
So plant your kindness as you go,
Give time and care to help it grow,
For life’s true beauty is surely found,
From planting seeds in the ground.