SAID A BLADE OF GRASS
Kahlil Gibran
Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make
such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.”
Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling!
Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air
and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”
Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth
and slept. And when spring came she waked again — and
she was a blade of grass.
And when it was autumn and her winter sleep
was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves
were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn
leaves! They make such noise! They scatter all my
winter dreams.”
| courtesy: markcassino.com |
A simple reminder that nothing undoes
dignity like peevish indignation.
Courtesy: brainpickings
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