SJM ( / )

Song Of The Flower Xxiii

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.

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Comments (4)

Hello poet Sidi I have been away form PH for a while. I enjoyed this poem and think it was about someone getting their feet all taken care of. It sounds like a tribute poem as well. It's great to write about family and capture these memories. I enjoyed, Loyd.
I came back to add this one to my list of favorites.......Thanks..... Jim Troy
I just love the Christmas Gift poem.... was hanging on to every word and wondered what it was going to be.... And at last, 'Wow' what a gift.... Thank you for sharing your fine gifts of poetry with all of us..... Jim Troy
very compellingly family centric, and a breath of fresh air it seems from the turbines of a time machine, whirring away some where afar... nice composition well done cheers