Song of flowers
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 color 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. 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.