Song of Flowers
Author: Gibran of Lebanon
I am the words of nature. Nature speaks it, takes it back, and hides it in the heart. , and then say it again...
I am a star, falling from the sky into the greenery.
I am the daughter of the elements: winter gave me birth; spring made me bloom; 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 welcome the light with the morning breeze; in the evening, I see 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 more fragrant and fragrant. When I was slumbering, thousands of shining eyes in the night sky looked at me; when I woke up, the huge single eye of the day stared at me.
I drank the nectar brewed by the morning glow; 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 yet fully understood these philosophies.