Song of the flower 
by Gibran 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 concieved;
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 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 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 downto see my shadow. This is wisdom
which man must learn.