Song Of The Flower XXIII

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.