Poems Written Out of William Carlos Williams 3

But if you come up to it, even if you tend it with love and care, it will still grow into a tree, a jungle,a hive, and your hand near upon it will not be the same forth. There is no recourse to love, for all you do will thrive in you in that same way, and what you put out, will grow round you, and the wind will at last whistle your lips.