Butterflies by Matthijs Maris 1874

Thursday, May 21, 2015

To Love our Neighbor is to Love Ourselves

The west wind stirs the pine tree,
Releasing it from ice
And the branches moan, "Spring is here"
Not knowing the maple's bows next to it
Remain bare.

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