Khalil Gibran wrote,
"In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows
And buried them in my garden.
And when April returned
And spring came to wed the earth,
There grew in my garden beautiful flowers
Unlike all other flowers.
And my neighbors came to behold them,
And they all said to me,
"When autumn comes again, at seeding time,
Will you not give us of the seeds of these flowers
That we may have them in our gardens"