If Not For Actions

Of dewdrops shimmer, by the radiance of dawn, the violet's heart blooms not in moonlight. 
Of all the words in all the worlds, these ones, unlike others are the ones my heart reads to the point of love. 
From the viewpoint of my soul, the beginning of nature was a seed, and the beginning of my heart, a tree. However, a tree of nature will be more important than the seed of my heart, as my grandchildren's eyes will teach them, if not for the actions of the caring becoming consequences of the dangerous.