Song of the Flower ............................................

[*Hala*]

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 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.

Khalil Gibran.