There was once a little flower
... (Each story begins with respectable once upon a time ... ..
because the time I believe we need to put
things quite far from us to understand them) ...
I said ..
There was once a small flower,
snow-white bouquet.
This small flower loved waking
early to enjoy the freshness of morning dew.
He considered her little miracle, and she loved the idea of \u200b\u200bfalling asleep at night
with the knowledge to awaken the morning after the first hardened by the sun and refreshed by the dew.
His first thought in the morning and last evening was completely devoted to this.
At its purest dew that magic was there no questions asked, simply.
loved Flush small drops from the extremes of the petals to the cornea to create a small lake
for a few seconds, then gently slide down the shaft to reach the leaves.
Start your day in this way gave him the strength to face the daily hustle and bustle: butterflies of passage, simply weary travelers seeking rest or ready-pollinating bees.
Days went by and the little flower was still thrilled to see the beauty of that simple life.
Time passed and the beautiful spring followed by a sultry summer.
In the days when the heat was excessive, the small flower vanish sees its own miracle.
Everything seemed bigger, heavier and unsustainable. The dew was gone and everything seemed lost. Then they returned to cooler days and the dew came back as a promise of life.
The little flower that she thought the end was expected, would have to wait and enjoy even more of the day in which there was his beautiful dew.
passed quickly in the autumn, and winter came around and everything became white.
the little flower had only to the cornea as a watchful eye on little fog.
The days were long to pass strascorsi happy awakening and the last hardly be counted.
were moments of real despair. As if he had been by crossing each landmark.
He called loudly, shouting into the void his pain. He could not understand what he could do because he was there with him had never asked why he was there and how to keep it with you.
asked each bee, fly or anyone passing by. No one could tell him anything.
The small flower attached to the living memories of his beautiful dew
and just when everything seemed lost, a morning dew returned.
The small flower jealously retained the lessons learned in that long winter, he realized that there are times when you can not do anything but sit around waiting with confidence in the heart because if it is well placed, sooner or later something will happen.
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Madonna by Munch 
