Peonies

'Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass,
with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half dressed and 
barefoot, 
into the garden, 
and softly, 
and exclaiming of their dearness, 
fill your arms with 
white and pink flowers, 
with their honeyed heaviness, 
their lush trembling, 
their eagerness to be wild and perfect
for a moment,
before they are nothing, 
forever?'

Peonies, by Mary Oliver