In life there are, you know it, those br who'll pluck the most exquisite rose br in selfish greed and place it in br a vase, and, later, in the bin. br br The rose, you also know, was grown br to brighten lives all on its own, br a part of Nature, just like trees br and busybody honeybees. br br Now, it is also known to all br that those who truly have the gall br to take what grows there, in the wild br as God's own legacy, his child br br are those who never had a dream, br they stand and raise their fists and scream br up to the clouds to rant and rave br and think themselves as rather brave. br br They will not touch the common tools, br and think that working is for fools. br They yell at God that He has grown br few roses for them all to own.