Capitolo 76
Comes, dances and banquets, and spends with us
These pleasant times in summer.
We am sorry for thee small foolish flower,,
Possession trust in what said the false worm;
He won't enter a more equitable suit,
For him it lies in the dead green musk."
But the small Clover still looked on,
Alone in his/her house exposed to the sun;
You didn't doubt the truth of the poor worm,
He is trusted it would come.
The small cell finally opened wide,
And a bright butterfly,
From out the musk, on gilded wings,
Flown above aloft to the sky exposed to the sun.
Then the flowers that ask cried to tall voice,
"Clover, clock of thy was vain;
He looked for here only a refuge,
And it will ever come again."
And the discourteous flowers danced for the joy,
When they saw him/it to them so to depart;
For the love of a beautiful butterfly
It is dear to the heart of a flower.
Yours feared that he had been in the house of Clover,
And its tender care refunds;
Then they danced for the joy, when he finally of rose
And it flew away silently.
Then the small Clover arched its head,
While its soft torn wounds fell as dew;
For his/her kind heart you/he/she had been distressed, to find
What the words of its sisters were true,
And the bug that she had looked so long
When defenseless, poor, and only,
Ungrateful for all of his/her faithful care,
On his/her gilded wings you/he/she had flown.
But as her it bent him in silent pain,,
You felt the small Daisy cry,
"Sisters of Or, glance! I now see him/it,
Far in the sky exposed to the sun;
He is being floating again now from Cloud-earth,
Borne by the fragrant air.
Scatters wide Your leaves that he can choose
The flower that he holds more anymore correctly."
Then the wild rose burnt with a deeper blush,
As she proudly rippled on his/her stem;
The fragrant Spring turned to the blue and clear waves,
And it made his/her mirror of them.
Small Houstonia happily danced,