Karmatic fate

A poem by Four Leaf Kiddo

 Plant a flower,

You grow weeds. 

Plant weeds,

You end up with a beautiful flower.

Plant nothing, 

And you somehow get gardens. 

Why make an action, 

And wait for the consequence ?

Will you wait your whole life?

Will you anticipate it ?

Get ready for it ?

In the end, life is life.

It will have its own ways. 

It will only pleases itself. 

Fate.