Not a twig that learned to climb
In the babyhood of time,
Not a bud that broke the air
In the days before men were,
Not a bird that tossed in flight
Ere the first man walked upright,
Nor a bee with craftier cell
Than a Roman citadel,
But, with all its pride and pain,
Into dust crept back again.
Oh, what wisdom there must be
Hidden in the earth and me!
UNCLE JOE'S STORY
Bella at Eden