Song Of The Flower by Khalil Gibran

'Milkshake' Coneflower

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. 

allium by Jan Johnsen

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. 

NY Botanical Garden - Jan Johnsen


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. 


Profusion zinnias - Jan Johnsen

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. 


spring planter - Jan Johnsen 


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.







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