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 hearten to
the voices of 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 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."
Khalil Gibran
1883-1931
