I have found a poem and accompanying artwork that really touch my heart.
By William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my cock, my cock did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my cock did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunnèd it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore three more cocks bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled that pole:
In the morning glad I see
My cock outstretched as if a tree.
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