THE SONG OF LIFE by JK
Love not the shapely branch,
Nor place its image alone in thy heart.
It dieth away.
Love the whole tree.
Then thou shalt love the shapely branch,
The tender and the withered leaf,
The shy bud and the full-blown flower,
The falling petal and the dancing height,
The splendid shadow of full love.
Ah, love Life in its fullness.
It knoweth no decay.