The Lonely Flower
The Lonely Flower
At night, the little flower was very lonely.
She couldn't see Uncle Sun, nor her brother dew.
She put her head down slowly,and quietly,
and to her surprise.
she saw another little flower staring at her
in a steady flowing stream. Little flower,
good morning. Are u as lonely as me?
The flower in the stream didn't answer.
The silence seemed to laugh at the silly flower.
Little flower little flower, can't you hear?
Can you be friends with me?
Her whisper woke up a little bee.
Yung-yung-yung- hey, my dear little flower,
I'm your friend. Anything happens,just tell me.
Yes, you are my friend,
but you don't understand how
lonely a flower is at night.
because you are a bee.
The little bee flew back to his home.
And the flower in the stream still said nothing.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew across the water.
That little flower in stream disappeared all of a sudden.
My friend, where are you? cried the lonely one.
Like a miracle,
after the wind had gone,
the flower in the stream came
back again and kept looking up to the land.
Welcome back Though she knew her
friend would never answer,
she couldn't hide her happiness and
so she said it anyway.
This time, the flower in stream
seemed to smile at her
and nod as if she were really pleased.
Since then, the lonely flower had
someone to accompany her, and she was no
longer bored nor lonely. She told her friend about
the funny things she saw each morning.and they
smiled and laughed at the same time, their mouths
open so wide that three bees could have visited
together.Though the flower in the stream never
speaks or laughs with sound,she knows that her
friend is as happy or so she can see.
The little flower got older and older until one day
she started to wilt. She saw that her friend was
looking just as pale.
Thanx, my dear little flower,
for accompanying me so many days.
And then her neck broke.
She fell onto the water and
it was her first time to be
so close to her friend.
She saw and observed and
when she and her friend
became one...she recognised
that everything was just an illusion,
just an image of herself.
The sound of dropping into the water
was the last word of this little flower,
and the first sound made by
her friend in the silent air.
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