|Posted on April 9, 2012 at 11:30 PM|
The breeze that warms the meadow is the wind that frosts the peaks;
The light that yields the garden is the heat that chars the trees;
The stream that feeds the prairie is the wave that rears the seas;
The pup that guards the shepherd is the wolf that wears the fleece.
The maid that loves the roses is the Queen that wields the thorn;
The babe that morns the sunset is the King that fights the dawn.