A poem from my friend and faithful reader Wendy:
"Are God and Nature then at strife,
That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life;
That I, considering everywhere
Her secret meaning in her deeds,
And finding that of fifty seeds
She often brings but one to bear,
I falter where I firmly trod,[...]"
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson
(Much thanks for sharing Wendy!!)