Man Will Reap What He Has Sown Poem by Infinite Flowercloud

Wretched is the man who greedily robs the sacred tree of its fruit without concern. He thunderously declares, "Your fruit is mine for the taking, no matter the ripeness or its season. I am granted this right by the Most High." In his arrogance, while devouring the fruit, he thinks he is satisfying his cravings. That his gluttonous appetite can be fulfilled. Deep in his frenzy, yearning for more of the sweet nectar. He reaches his hand out, searching the branches for more fruit to quench his thirst. Though to his surprise the tree bears no more.

He begins searching desperately, becoming infuriated when he finds nothing to fulfill his needs. He angrily rips the leaves from the tree, he bends and breaks the branches, defiling the sanctity of the tree. Exasperated he calls out, "God, where has the fruit gone? " "Why has the tree become barren? " His ongoing pleas becoming louder and louder. Enraged he shouts at the top of his lungs, stomping his feet on the ground. "God! Why do you forsake me and hide away your most precious gifts? Aren't these fruits that are given to me my blessing? Why must I wait for more? Am I not chosen by you? "

The wind begins to pick up, starting as a gentle gust through the leaves, then increasing more and more fiercely, whipping the tree from side to side. Blown back by the strength of the wind, he takes a step back shielding his face with his hands. He hears the sounds of laughter fill the atmosphere. He looks up to see the face of woman appear in the sky above him. Dreadlocks surround her face, her eyes are deep brown, her lips are rosy and full, her nose is broad, her face is full of anger. She eyes the man standing before her with a penetrating gaze.

She begins to speak, her voice booms like thunder throughout the sky, the ground starts to shake, dark clouds begin filling the horizon, rain starts pouring down. "Yes, you were once chosen, but you have desecrated that holy birthright. You demand that I, the Divine Mother abide by your rules. Commanding me to produce fruit on your time, so that it may please you and your ego. You display such greed, disregarding all that I have already given you. Showing contempt for the light I've shined upon you. Savagely taking my blessings for granted and keeping them for yourself. Sharing none of these gifts with you fellow brother or sister. Questioning the divine timing of the cosmic web I weave. Mocking me as I hold your very life in my hands."

"I am the sacred tree from which you ravaged. The fruit this tree bears is a gift from Me, the Divine Cosmic Source. I am the infinite cycle of creation and death. The origins of my existence are far beyond your mortal comprehension. I have given birth to the heavens, universes, and galaxies. I am the anointing of the soul, the light of the spirit, the essence of the breath. Yet you dare question me and my plan? When you, so filled with such ego and arrogance, took for granted the abundance I blessed you with. Not once giving thanks for the grace bestowed upon you. Being lead by your greed, further separating yourself from your Creator."

I serve those who cultivate the land I am rooted in, showering me with unyielding love, watering my delicate roots with appreciation and praise. Devoting themselves to compassionately tending my weeds. Enduring graciously by my side with faith, while witnessing the progression of each season. They are the chosen ones worthy to celebrate and rejoice in the blessings and abundance that they deserve. They will reap what they have sown. Diligent and Steadfast. These precious gardeners will inherit the divine bounty, which is their birthright. You my child, are no longer in favor and have fallen from grace. In this darkness you will come to see how my light is now absent from your life. In your deepest longing you will hunger for the warmth you once had. In your unrelenting sorrow you will find no forgiveness. Only then will you begin to appreciate the grace that was once freely given to you." Her voices echoes through the sky, as she slowly fades away, melting into the skyline, speaking those final words.

As she leaves, the ground stops shaking, the rain stops pouring, and the clouds start fading from the sky. He asks himself, "What did I just witness? Was that real? Am I really forsaken? " Looking around to make sense of what just happened, he begins searching for any evidence left behind of the encounter. In the distance, He sees the same sacred tree. However it has changed in height, standing taller than it did before, making it impossible to grab the fruit that was once freely available to him. He approached the sacred tree, standing at its roots, he looks up and sees something that he hadn't during his desperate search. One lone divine fruit, ripe and pristine in all its glory at the very top of tree. Its mere existence taunts him, serving as a reminder of the glory he had lost, and could never regain. Realizing the weight of this, he knows that his fears have come true. He was visited the Divine Mother, and is forsaken by her. Tears begin to well in his eyes slowly rolling down his face. Falling onto his knees, reaching both hands into the sky. Alone in his greed, arrogance, pride he is left upon his knees, looking forlorn at the tree. The fruits of paradise are forever out of his reach. He cannot grasp the joy he once had, he can only remember how he foolishly lost it. He utters these words to himself, "Man will always reap, what he has sown."


Written: July,21st,2023
Revised: June 19th,2025