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 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 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 goft; 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.