Tend

So much worth equated with what’s valuable.
Any thing you can make liquid, soluble.

All are born with nothing; some with even less.
Then we die alone; most welcoming the rest.

Twixt birth & death, we forget the start & end.
Scrabbling for possessions; no care what we rend.

Some grow inside & make their interims count.
Some share themselves; riding wisdom as a mount.

Some grow the land, so something of them remains.
Most just destroy; leaving nothing but their stains.