Within the garden of the mind,

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.