A legacy's a garden that you will never see
You plant the seeds now that will bloom some later day
A little finite action ripples across eternity
Just as a gift of charity works in the same way
A child in a village now has eggs and milk
They get the food they need to be healthy and grow
Others spin great textiles of wool or silk
Means of production gifted by someone they never know
A month's worth of coffees turns into bees
That meilitate and pollinate the food they eat
A cow or ox now pulls the plow as the farmer needs
The seed animal births more, both for hide or meat
The seed is a flower with petals unfurled
Provided by money that comes from two worlds.
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