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The wisdom which man must learn |
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geschrieben am: 07.04.2001 um 12:04 Uhr
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I am 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 son of the elements with whom winter conceived;
to whom spring gave birth;
I was reared in the lap of summer and 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 colours, and the air is scented with my fragrance.
As I embrace slumber the eye of night watch over me, and as I awake 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 lovers 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 the wisdom which man must learn.
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