Photo by Pongsawat Pasom on Unsplash There is more gladness in a forest fern that gently waves along the path, than finest faire with family embracing all with mirth and laugh. There is more joy in the evening breeze heavy with honeysuckle vine, than jolly songs spilled on the street from lighted halls of ale and wine. Yet we dance and eat and drink together, leaving the fern in solitude, and fill our stomachs with the time,