Come let us watch the sun go down <br />and walk in twilight through the orchard's green. <br />Does it not seem as if we had for long <br />collected, saved and harbored within us <br />old memories? To find releases and seek <br />new hopes, remembering half-forgotten joys, <br />mingled with darkness coming from within, <br />as we randomly voice our thoughts aloud <br />wandering beneath these harvest-laden trees <br />reminiscent of Durer woodcuts, branches <br />which, bent under the fully ripened fruit, <br />wait patiently, trying to outlast, to <br />serve another season's hundred days of toil, <br />straining, uncomplaining, by not breaking <br />but succeeding, even though the burden <br />should at times seem almost past endurance. <br />Not to falter! Not to be found wanting! <br /> <br />Thus must it be, when willingly you strive <br />throughout a long and uncomplaining life, <br />committed to one goal: to give yourself! <br />And silently to grow and to bear fruit.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-apple-orchard/
