Let joy of sprouting of sapling withdraw sorrow of wilting of flower
Restitute depth of wound endured with peak of toil greased
Is angst of the benefactor elevated than chagrin of recipient?
Glory of deeds well done to compunction of evil committed
Sagacity of servility of waves to despotism of callous rocks
Inclination of the sunflower and declination of the stream
Mirth of a casual schmooze with opulence of smile shared
Circle of ephemeral life with triangle of faltering ménage
Had walked the garden before, But what is it that I missed?
The flower in the corner? Or the thorn underneath?
The heart asks "Why take the walk again? "
The flower may have wilted beyond recognition,
And the thorn may give excruciating pain…