ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these; <br /> Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the <br /> pond-side, <br /> Breast-sorrel and pinks of love--fingers that wind around tighter <br /> than vines, <br /> Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage of trees, as the <br /> sun is risen; <br /> Breezes of land and love--breezes set from living shores out to you <br /> on the living sea--to you, O sailors! <br /> Frost-mellow'd berries, and Third-month twigs, offer'd fresh to young <br /> persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up, <br /> Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, <br /> Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; <br /> If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring <br /> form, color, perfume, to you; <br /> If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, <br /> fruits, tall blanches and trees. 10<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roots-and-leaves-themselves-alone/
