Conversation with Kahlil

Take leave of this place dear sir.
For in it dwells painful thorns of truth and bitter waters that are brackish with the past.
Dear sister. Heed my words. This place looks vile and a wasteland where dreams come to die.
But dear lady. Do you not see the lilly that grows so near the waters? Do you not see the lovely sappling that grows near the thorns?
Kind sir. I do see these. I have in truth known of them since they had sprung. But knowing that you have seen them as well with your own eyes.... Hold. Let us not take leave so soon. Let us walk in this place that seemed to be so vile... But is filled with life.