The glory of the rainbow is the whole
and not in separated parts we name,
Of colors seen there cannot be a poll
for never two observers see the same.

The power of the sea is in the wave
and not in single drops pushed easily.
Moon waxing or storm tossing stir the rave
but know a calming follows every spree.

The honor of a life is in respect
and not in goodness done for public praise.
Beware dull busyness and sharp neglect,
content to thoughtless walk familiar ways.

Much study brings but one immutable
that happiness is always beautiful.