Song of the Flower XXIII by Khalil GibranI am a kind word uttered and repeatedBy the voice of Nature;I am a star fallen from theBlue tent upon the green carpet.I am the daughter of the elementsWith whom Winter conceived;To whom Spring gave birth; I wasReared in the lap of Summer and ISlept in the bed of Autumn.At dawn I unite with the breezeTo announce the coming of light;At eventide I join the birdsIn bidding the light farewell.The plains are decorated withMy beautiful colors, and the airIs scented with my fragrance.As I embrace Slumber the eyes ofNight watch over me, and as IAwaken I stare at the sun, which isThe only eye of the day.I drink dew for wine, and hearken toThe voices of the birds, and danceTo 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.URS always cat & meercat.bestregards dear teddytan. Please be strong and try to bear , everything will be all right by LORD's GRACE . You look so beautiful! though UR watery eyes, "self lost" looks , shows UR grief. GOD BLESS ! You.
Great !...to see the lively pic , full of the greatest gift of LORD , THE LOVELY LOVE , uploaded by You on Valentines day .keep smiling , Your beautiful smile is very important to us .Thankyou !