Can a treetop wreath be lush
Without a mighty trunk?
And can the tree grow up
If strong are not it’s roots?
Can two hearts sing one song
Without a common tune?
Could they become one soul
If love were not in both?
Could wise old mountains rise
If not for wisdom’s wind
Who’s fragrant subtle draft
Ascends them from within?
Could you go to the world
If not for gifts these three?
Yet every man does yearn
To grow, to live, to see
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