“Talent is nurtured in solitude.”

Solitude’s solace permits the mind to effervesce with novelty;

the plain meadow of solace fosters pollination of tulips of thought, supervening via germination of the mind’s soil.

Experience is the nourishing rain allowing meadows to flourish — but rains only betide when clouds (dark with determination) of endurance swelter;

experience rains with endurance.

The will to endure reigns supreme over peons of cowardice.

The will to endure fertilizes the sapling of talent.

Talent is mushroomed by the fungus of love within the soil of the meadow of solace;

“Talent is nurtured in solitude.”

Talent begets confidence, and urges humility for the wise.

The wise fear arrogance, for demise is the windfall of hubris.

The wise shun arrogance, for arrogance breeds a smarting loneliness;

to be arrogant is to suffer.

The wise and talented work best in seclusion’s humble cloak.

“Talent is nurtured in solitude.”