Lie seeds of every kind.
Thoughts nurture growth, or bring decay,
Reflecting what we say.
As a man thinks, so he becomes,
His world, his thoughts' sums.
In the mirror of his soul,
The universe takes a toll.
A thought of joy, a thought of dread,
Both shape the path we tread.
The master of his mind, the man,
Can change his life's span.
Like a tree, with roots unseen,
Our thoughts shape our routine.
From the depths, they reach for light,
In day or in the night.
Our inner world, a canvas wide,
Where thoughts in colors glide.
We paint our life with every stroke,
In silence or spoke.
Each thought, a sculptor's chisel keen,
Carves our world, serene.
In the quarry of the mind,
Our destiny we find.
As a man thinks, so he is,
In joy or in crisis.
The power of thought, so immense,
Shapes our life's essence.
