These roses under my window
make no reference to former roses or to better ones,
they are for what they are;
they exist today.
There is no time to them.
There is simply the rose;
it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
Before a leaf-bud has burst,
its whole life acts,
in the full blown flower there is no more;
in the leafless root thee is no less.
Ralph Waldo Emerson