Our Mind
Work Like
A Garden
That
Accepts
Any
&
Everything
We Plant.
Good or Evil
Constructive or Destructive
Our Lives Will Bear
The Fruit Of
The Seeds
We Plant In
Our MInds . . .
Tiny drops of water
Little grains of sands
Make the mighty Oceans
And the pleasant Lands
And the passing moments
Humble though they be
Make the mighty ages of Eternity
I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.