They say her words were like balloons <br />with strings I could not hold, <br />that her love was something in a shop <br />cheap and far too quickly sold; <br /> <br />but the tree does not price its apples <br />nor the sun its selling power <br />the rain does not gossip <br />or speak of where it goes.<br /><br />Brian Patten<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nor-the-sun-its-selling-power/
