O never harm the dreaming world, <br />the world of green, the world of leaves, <br />but let its million palms unfold <br />the adoration of the trees. <br /> <br />It is a love in darkness wrought <br />obedient to the unseen sun, <br />longer than memory, a thought <br />deeper than the graves of time. <br /> <br />The turning spindles of the cells <br />weave a slow forest over space, <br />the dance of love, creation, <br />out of time moves not a leaf, <br />and out of summer, not a shade.<br /><br />Kathleen Jessie Raine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vegetation/
