There’s almost nothing to say after that one word…
Except stop and enjoy.
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.
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.