As drops that dream and gleam
and falling catch the sun,
every ... one.
Flowering and fading simultaneously.
And somewhere lions still roam,
Magnificent and all unaware
Of any weakness.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Life demands for its fulfillment and completion
a balance of joy and sorrow.
I sing the endless finales of things,
I say Nature continues, glory continues,
I praise with electric voice,
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe.
O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you, if none else does,