...Of Nature

Of Nature…

"Rosae morentur cum dies sed in memoriam manent."

I.) Roses will wither with the days
But in memory they shall remain.
Their scent abandons them
But in your mind, it is cherished
Once sweet, now black,
But always they will be loved.

Living vines surrender with the frost
But their touch, your hands shall not forget.
Youthful, now dead,
But folly lasts.
Fruits fall and shrivel,
But wine preserves.

Love and youth,
These things shall come to pass.
Yet forever,
Their immortality floats on the wind.
The wind is eternal,
And everything it sees.


A dozen roses had a Latin name:
Rosa Rosaceae.
From rosa prima to rosa duodecima…
By their other name, they went less sweet.
Called after their botanical genus,
they should live forever,
-and not wither.
Lest they be forgotten,
Lest their entry in old, garden books
be erased.

Lest their fragrance disappear with time.



II.) Out of their black sky,
The stars sing.

They see all but do nothing.

Unmoving lamps, ever bright,
The very eyes of God are watching.


III.) To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?
I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

- Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 and 3:11.