Gathering Flowers and Such

“A flower unplucked is but left to the falling, and nothing is gained by not gathering roses”. I first read this passage in a Robert Frost poem last summer and have since spent a lot of time contemplating it. I have recently come to visualize the rose and the flower as joy, happiness, and bliss, all of which are waiting to be harvested in lieu of falling away and withering, bereft of me and mine. Thus, I have concluded that nothing is gained by not gathering them and therefore, gather them, I shall.