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 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
in bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
my beautiful colors, 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 of 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 wisdom which man must learn...


By-Khalil Gibran