As the seeds are planted beneath the soil
With the sun's heat, water starts to boil
A sprout came out one after the other
But the gardener is not satisfied, he planted another.
The earth is rich, the seeds abound
As merry as a kid-whistles a lovely sound
As moments melt into the years
The gardener's garden's lush, suddenly fell into tears.
Looking at all the seeds he planted
A plentiful sight, like his wish was granted
Like a scar in his heart is starting to heal
But too many seeds is not ideal
The garden's vast, the seeds are many
A single stream can't water them all, not enough money
One heart can't nurture, one soul can't bear
The weight of the world, the seeds that wither and spare
Left with no choice, gardener is in despair
He left some seeds, enough for the stream to care
Too many thoughts he carried, a rest he needs
Said "Why did I plant too many seeds? "
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
As the seeds are planted beneath the soil
With the sun's heat, water starts to boil
A sprout came out one after the other
But the gardener is not satisfied, he planted another.
The earth is rich, the seeds abound
As merry as a kid-whistles a lovely sound
As moments melt into the years
The gardener's garden's lush, suddenly fell into tears.
Looking at all the seeds he planted
A plentiful sight, like his wish was granted
Like a scar in his heart is starting to heal
But too many seeds is not ideal
The garden's vast, the seeds are many
A single stream can't water them all, not enough money
One heart can't nurture, one soul can't bear
The weight of the world, the seeds that wither and spare
Left with no choice, gardener is in despair
He left some seeds, enough for the stream to care
Too many thoughts he carried, a rest he needs
Said "Why did I plant too many seeds? "