This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

In a single vase, a rose alone,

No spoken words intone,

But, could it speak, what prose

Would issue forth from this rose?

Surrounded by a snowy wealth,

Tightly nestled in baby’s breath,

Beauty and essence silently unfold.

Ageless message again retold.

Surrendering all, no questions why.

Muted beauty, silent to the eye.

Yet, could it speak real words, too:

“I’m love’s sweet token, just for you!”