O tree of life
“O trees of life, O when are you wintering?
We are not unified. We have no instincts
like those of migratory birds. Useless, and late,
we force ourselves, suddenly, onto the wind,
and fall down to an indifferent lake.
We realize flowering and fading together.
And somewhere lions still roam. Never knowing,
as long as they have their splendour, of any weakness.”
(Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies)