I cast seeds out
Spreading them abundantly
Many
Most
I leave lying on the ground
And some of them have taken root
Yes
But most bake in the sun
And die
Not even beasts and birds take them in
A few
I take the time to plant
And I cultivate them
And still
Sometimes
They die
But when they do not
Some bear fruit again and again
Plucked in turn by many hands
Greedily consumed
What results
When they are shat out again
I do not know
But I cultivate the hope
That they fertilize fields
And yield good harvests in turn
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