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.
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• At dawn I unite with the breeze
• To announce the coming of light;
• At eventide I join the birds
• In bidding the light farewell.
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• The plains are decorated with
• My beautiful colors, and the air
• Is scented with my fragrance.
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• 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.
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• I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
• The voices of the birds, and dance
• To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
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• 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.
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• 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.