Tuesday, August 18, 2009

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 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.





-Poem: Khalil Gibran-
-Images: weheartit-

6 comments:

Pauline said...

Your blog is really amazing.
All these beautiful pictures!

sweet tart said...

you have a beautiful blog. keep up the lovely work.

Olivia said...

This is simply beautiful!

Pauline said...

btw, the music is beautiful !
what is it ?

Annie said...

These pictures are absolutely breathtaking, and they fit so well with the poem!

camobel said...

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