Parable "The Butterfly and the Flower"

In a beautiful and well-groomed garden, one bright summer blossomed like a sun, a flower. Slender stalk, juicy, yellow petals.

Residents of the garden immediately fell in love with the newcomer for the aroma that he gave, for his musicality and admired the adorable plant.

The flower was happy every day. Early in the morning he washed himself with crystal clear dew, during the day he heated himself in tender rays and sang joyfully. Under his rhythmic melody everyone danced: shrews, moles, bees, midges, caterpillars. Fun and dizzy. And in the evenings he admired the departing sun and composed poems.

Everything seemed so good, but the flower felt lonely.

"In such a big garden and there's no one to talk to," he thought. "Everyone is in a hurry, everyone's doing."

A butterfly flew by and saw that the flower was sad. She heard tunes heard from the neighboring flower bed many times. She was always interested: "Who sings so surprisingly?"

- Hi! Why are you sad?

"I'm sad, because I'm alone," the flower said glumly.

"How can that be?" Everyone likes your songs and beauty, - the butterfly was surprised.

- Yes, my performance attracts many, but I do not have a heart to talk with anyone. I have no friends. So you're leaving now, and I'll be left alone, "the flower answered with a lowered head.

- And here not! I'm tired of fluttering from flower to flower. I did not see you better. I would like you to be my flower.

He lit up with happiness, and a gentle song sounded for a single and unique butterfly.

Since then, the butterfly and the flower have never parted, and the inhabitants of the garden have recognized them as the most beautiful couple.

It often happens that surrounded by attention people actually feel lonely. After all, the main thing is to share your thoughts and feelings with someone who understands you from a half-word. Often your person is very close, but at the same time and far, because behind the mask of real qualities do not appreciate.

With respect and tenderness,

@ mariya-lorenz

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