We do not chase the stars too far above,
Nor stretch our hands to grasp the distant moon,
For dreams must walk the tender earth of love,
Else fade too soon, like petals plucked in June.
The heart, though bold, will seldom dare to fly
Where winds would tear its fragile wings apart,
But builds its nest where branches touch the sky,
Yet still hold fast to roots that kiss the earth.
What folly binds the soul to endless crave,
When every drop denied is but despair?
The wise espouse the ties that starve their slave,
And find their heaven in the present air.
So let us seek no peak we cannot climb,
But walk the path that fits the step and time.
.onina
