Whose poem am I?

I am the words of nature. Nature speaks it, takes it back, hides it in her heart, and then speaks it again...

I am a star, falling from the sky. Among the greenery.

I am the daughter of the elements: winter gave me birth; spring made me open; summer made me grow; autumn made me sleep.

I am a gift for communication between relatives and friends; I am a crown for a wedding; I am the last sacrifice given by the living to the dead.

In the early morning, I welcomed it with the morning breeze; in the evening, I saw it off with the birds.

I sway in the wilderness, making the scenery of the wilderness more beautiful; I breathe in the breeze, making the breeze fragrant and fragrant. When I was slumbering, the thousands of shining eyes of the night sky looked at me; when I woke up, the huge single eye of the day stared at me.

I drank the nectar made from the morning dew; I listened to the birds chirping and singing; I danced, and the grass applauded me. I always look up to the sky, fascinated by the light; I never feel sorry for myself, nor am I alone in admiring myself. However, humans have not fully understood these philosophies.

I did not plagiarize my own post

Author Gibran