Don’t Pour

People say don’t pour your all into one place,
Something that won’t return your warm embrace,
But Nature nurtures each bond, for connection’s sake,
And watches love flourish, the heartiest joys to make.

Love is to give, without counting the cost,
An unwavering spirit, no affection lost,
In every act of kindness, a bond we create,
Unconditional love, our hearts reverberate.

Would you write if no one read your tales?
A writer thrives, despite the gales.
For in the heart of a writer so keen,
Is a passion that burns, seen or unseen.

Would you stop helping if thanks isn’t said?
A saint’s deep urge instead is to uplift ahead,
In silence, kindness still has its way,
Generosity blooms, come what may.

The tree stands tall, its fruits in bloom,
Unfazed by hands that may not come soon.
Abundant nature, steadfast and free,
It nourishes all, as it’s meant to be.

A mother’s love will never cease,
Though anger clouds, her heart’s at peace.
In every storm, her warmth will flow,
For love’s embrace will ever grow.

And so the giver gives,
the striver strives,
the lover loves,
and evil destroys;
this is how the world goes around.