I plant the seeds
And wait
The plants that grow
Their fruit I will harvest
While others I shall leave to age
And rot
I wait patiently
Biding my time
Planning the meals
With the fruit I shall create
I dream of the possibilities
Abundant
Yet I must not be
Complacent
Forgetting the events I must
Set in motion
Like setting the temperature
On the oven
And preparing the accompaniments
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