Song of the Flower...

I am a kind word uttered and repeated

by the voice of nature;

I am a star fallen from the

blue tent upon the green carpet.

I am the daughter of the elements

with whom winter conceived;

To whom the spring gave birth; I was

reared in the lap of summer and I

slept in the bed of autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze

to announce the coming of light;

At eventide I join the birds

I bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with

My beautiful colours, and the air

is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace slumber the eyes of

Night watch over me, and as I

Awaken I stare at the sun, which is

the only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to

The voices of the birds, and dance

To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;

I am the memory of a moment's happiness;

I am the last gift of the living to the dead;

I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,

and never look down to see my shadow.

This is the wisdom that man must learn.

– Khalil Gibran