“You are like an evergreen tree. You are always there whenever I need you. You have rough edges that people would cut off, but that is your natural beauty. You are like that one star in the sky that shines the brightest, and only wears out to those who pay to much attention to just you. You are a four leaf clover, the luckiest of all that no one else could find because I was the only one that actually tried to look for you.”
“DECIDE, v.i. To succumb to the preponderance of one set of influences over another set.
A leaf was riven from a tree,
"I mean to fall to earth," said he.
The west wind, rising, made him veer.
"Eastward," said he, "I now shall steer."
The east wind rose with greater force. Said he: "'Twere wise to change my course."
With equal power they contend. He said: "My judgment I suspend."
Down died the winds; the leaf, elate, Cried: "I've decided to fall straight."
"First thoughts are best?" That's not the moral; Just choose your own and we'll not quarrel.
Howe'er your choice may chance to fall, You'll have no hand in it at all. --G.J.”