Little flower, but if I could understand, what you are, root and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
In the cherry blossom's shade
there's no such thing
as a stranger.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose garden.
- T.S. Eliot
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.
- Hal Borland