Thinking of life as a big family-tree, If one leaf should fall, still a tree it shall be. Just think how unhappy would be that one leaf If all of its fellows, consumed by their grief, Decided that never again would they smile, That pleasure and laughter had gone out of style. All the beauty that first leaf had helped to create Must continue to flourish and, thus, demonstrate That the loveliness born out of love will endure And stand as a tribute of love evermore. - JAH