Western Bluebird Silhouette by kenne
A traveler on a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up,
And grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade at evening-time,
To breathe its early vows;
And Age was pleased, in heights of noon,
To bask beneath its boughs.
The dormouse loved its dangling twigs,
The birds sweet music bore —
It stood a glory in its place,
A blessing evermore.
— from “Song of Life” by Charles MacKay
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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