Seeds

We are like seeds cast into the breeze.     
Few by few, row by row.     
Cast into the lives in which we sew.    
Planting either weeds or flowers in our wake.    
In every garden we pass our grace;
or despair, from all the lives believed unfair. 

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EDIT: changed "in all the lives believed unfair" to "from all the lives believed unfair"