The heart is a garden where thought flowers grow;

The thoughts that we think are the seeds that we sow.

Every kind, loving thought bears a kind, loving deed;

While a thought that is selfish is just like a weed.

We must watch what we think, each minute, all day;

And pull out the weed thoughts and throw them away;

And plant loving seed thoughts so thick in a row

That there will not be room for weed thoughts to grow.

By Katherine Merrill

This is a common poem that circulated around Unity Village.