Song Of The Flower Xxiii Poem by Kahlil Gibran

Song Of The Flower Xxiii

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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.

Thursday, January 1, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Parvathi .C 17 October 2019

MAGNIFICENT POEM 👍 I HAVEN’T READ SUCH A ONE BEFORE👍

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raj chabungbam 04 June 2018

this is a buetiful poem of nature the words are true and this touches the heart

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Ruta Mohapatra 30 December 2017

Liked the last stanza the best

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Qiniso Mogale 17 July 2017

Powerful! Wonderful! Salute!

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Chandana Agni Guri 22 November 2011

it's a beautiful poem, it's teaches a lesson in life.khalil gibran has show that every peice of nature teachs the man something

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