Wisdom Of A 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 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.