The flower doesn't think that it won't blossom

The flower doesn't think that it won't blossom,
the tree doesn't think that it won't make shade;
the clouds don't think that they won't bring the rain
that fills the bayous and lakes. The water doesn't

think that it won't quench thirst, the light doesn't
suppose some days it will not give its color
to the sky. The river doesn't think that it won't
flow, the air doesn't think that it won't assume

the aspect of a breeze. The leaves on the branches
of the oak and the nests the blue birds make
don't think they won't house life; the instruments

of the world are vessels because of the empty
space inside them. Why do men think of wealth
instead of love? Why do men think at all?