'Song of the Flower' by Khalil Gibran
The wisdom of a flower - the first four lines floor me. Heaven is a Garden for sure. Jan Johnsen
Gardenia |
Song of the Flower XXIII
by Khalil Gibran
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.
Honeysuckle |
At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
Siberian Catnip |
The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.
Dandelion |
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.
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.
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
White Tulips |
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.
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.
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.
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