By Khalil Breidi

My heart is a garden,
Where the flowers grow;
The thoughts that we think,
And the seeds that we sow.

Every kind, loving thought
Bears a kind loving deed.
While a thought that is selfish
Is just like a weed.

We must watch what we think
Each minute all day
And pull out the weed thoughts,
And throw them away.

And plant loving seed thoughts
So think in a row
That there will not be room
For weed thuoghts to grow.

Submitted By Xman

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