It is the world’s greatest pleasure
To own an air as light as plume
The cause of a golden leaf I treasure
That a dry petal is still worth its bloom
What can change its glory, its shine?
Or twist or turn a trembling twine?
Daring are none to put the world platter
Not even to harness the monkey’s chatter
Undoable of it is not one tassel
An unbreakable bond does strengthen it
Together a rainbow they form does hassle –
Our eyes – as its splendor would never quit
Why then do we dummies own what we shouldn’t?
Why own them, when we owe what we couldn’t?
If then we can’t embed what belongs to heaven,
Why not rejoice that we have been given?
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