A root is a flower that disdains fame.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.
Love has the power that dispels death; charm that conquers the enemy.
Everyone has experienced that truth: that love, like a running brook, is disregarded, taken for granted; but when the brook freezes over, then people begin to remember how it was when it ran, and they want it to run again.
...unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.