The wind one brilliant day
called to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

And the wind said:

"In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses."

"I have no roses, all the flowers in my garden are dead..."

The wind said,

"Then I'll take the withered petals
and the yellowed leaves,"

And the wind left.
And I wept.
And I said to myself

"What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"

Antonio Machado


Das Photo © Sandra Rust, Unbekannte Blume im Garten, 200x