in the balance

with gravity,
her flowers hang in the balance
on the balcony.





From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
-William Shakespeare-


A thing of beauty is a joy forever: it's loveliness increases;
it will never pass into nothingness.
-John Keats-


Truly, truly, I say to you,
unless a grain of wheat
falls into the earth and dies,
it remains alone;
but if it dies,
it bears much fruit.
-John 12-