Tending soil, tending hearts—
Not with money, not with charts,
But with fingers in the earth,
With care, with love, with quiet worth.
No rulebook teaches roots to grow,
No law commands the winds to blow,
Yet trees stretch high and flowers rise
When sun and rain and shade align.
A seed alone can never bloom,
It needs a world, it needs a womb—
Of buzzing bees and loamy ground,
Of silence, song, and soft surround.
So too with hearts—no rigid hand,
No clock, no fence, no strict demand
Can make a person truly shine—
But warmth and trust can shape the spine.
In forests deep and gardens wide,
In families strong or side by side,
It’s not control but deep respect
That helps a life take root, connect.
Storms will come—of wind, of word,
Cyclones howl and truths go unheard,
But holding close through crashing night
Is how we make it back to light.
Resilience is not built in haste,
But in shared sorrow, steady pace—
Like trees that bend but do not break,
Like hearts that hold for others’ sake.
So tend the soil, tend the soul,
Play your part, not seek control.
For in the web of earth and kin,
Love and culture let life begin.
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