There is the meadow that
could never care that
kettle feeds from it
There is the bee that
does not understand that
we will nurture it
There is the snow that
falls not grasping that
the kids will love to throw it
So why do we believe that
it is weak or even shameful if
we won't fall out of love when
we have lost a friend who
was not worth it
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