41 <br /> <br />THE trees, <br />like the longings of the earth, <br />stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven. <br /> <br />42 <br /> <br />YOU smiled and talked to me of nothing <br />and I felt that for this I had been waiting long. <br /> <br />43 <br /> <br />THE fish in the water is silent, <br />the animal on the earth is noisy, <br />the bird in the air is singing, <br />But Man has in him <br />the silence of the sea, <br />the noise of the earth <br />and the music of the air. <br /> <br />44 <br /> <br />THE world rushes on <br />over the strings of the lingering heart <br />making the music of sadness. <br /> <br />45 <br /> <br />HE has made his weapons his gods. <br />When his weapons win he is defeated himself. <br /> <br />46 <br /> <br />GOD finds himself by creating. <br /> <br />47 <br /> <br />SHADOW, <br />with her veil drawn, <br />follows Light in secret meekness, <br />with her silent steps of <br />love. <br /> <br />48 <br /> <br />THE stars <br /> <br />are not afraid to appear like fireflies. <br /> <br />49 <br /> <br />I THANK thee that I am none of the wheels of power <br />but I am one with the living creatures <br />that are crushed by it. <br /> <br />50 <br /> <br />THE mind, <br />sharp but not broad, <br />sticks at every point <br />but does not move.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stray-birds-41-50/