It Is Not Growing Like A Tree

It is not growing like a tree
In bulk doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night—
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.

by Benjamin Jonson

Comments (3)

This is a good poem, but there is a problem. A tree even when it is bald, sere and dry is still useful I have seen birds like parakeets living on the holes in the old dry, bald trees! Even when it falls as a log at last, it still warms us as firewood! A tree dead or live never ceases to be useful. In this respect, Ben Jonson is not correct..
suggested poem and inspirational one, thanks to the poet
suggested poem, , how can a person attribute values to life in small proportions. beautiful illustration and great inspirational