Song Of The Flower

SONG OF THE FLOWER

--------Khalil Gibran

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 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.

WISHING YOU A FLOWERFUL DAY.