A word of praise makes the day
for those within the world’s way.
But for those whose conscience never
sways, its happy days forever.
A rose blooms and withers
not to be coveted or for praise,
none can take its beauty or grace
in nature it breathes and in it dies.
Human beings with greater tasks
must of need shed presumption and prejudice.
Its only when petty or self-conscious
Praise or malice affects.