A blade of grass

I tried to find a Christmas poem but I couldn’t find one that I really liked. So I decided to post this one which is, after all, quite appropriate for this time of the year.
Read it quietly, slowly, preferably more than once, and enjoy it.
I wish you a very nice holiday.

A blade of grass

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 a noise! They scatter all my winter dreams."
Khalil Gibran