Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for August 07, 2022

Let it be, let it be, just head to my special tree.

Lean on me, when you’re not strong And I’ll be your friend I’ll help you carry on

Rose tired of waiting for Lao-Tzu (Daoism).

Since it looks like a warm summer day Jimbo. Quote her some love poetry

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee..

(Shakespeare, sonnet #18)

Some things were just meant to share. This is one of them…

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) – (Sonnet 34)

^^^^ My grandmother’s favorite poem. She was married to my grandfather for more than 70 years … .

Plot twist, it’s an old tree and they are holding it up. Symbiotic support.