All good things must come to an endAnd of some we'll never speak"This too shall pass"And what we sow, we shall reap. Too soon, perhaps, for honestyI'm wordless if I must contain itTime has made me feralWe're at an impasse if I can't explain it A quarrel's abrupt resolution,My opposition now before the ThroneWe may … Continue reading The Plants That We Let Grow