30 The Beauty of a Shabby Little Dandelion
Spring has come for the flowers and trees, in the forest and fields. Spring has also come on the wild flowers under the fence and on a small apple tree. There were red bursting flower buds hanging on the fresh apple tree branches.
The apple Tree Branches were proud of themselves knowing that they were very beautiful. A Countess admired the branches, so she broke one of them off, held it in her hand, and she went back to her splendid castle in her wonderful carriage. The Countess put the branch among the fresh and green beech trees, and she smiled with satisfaction.
The apple Tree Branch held up his head and looked at many kinds of people who came in and out. They all showed different reactions to the Apple Tree Branch. All the people reacted differently when they saw the Apple Tree branch. Some were expressionless without a word, some overpraised the beauty of the Apple Tree Branch, and others gazed at him with a satisfied look.
Seeing these various reactions from people, the Apple Tree Branch realized that people have as perse personalities as plants and flowers do and that they are all different. The Apple Tree branch looked at the fields and a garden through the open window. There were shabby flowers and plants as well as beautiful ones in the garden.
'Those grasses are so pathetic. It's not their fault they have such ugly and squalid names. However, everything is different in this world.&
#39; The apple Tree Branch sympathized and looked at the little flowers blooming next to the fields and streams.
At that time, the Sun kissed the Apple Tree Branch, a dandelion in the field, the abundant beautiful flowers, and the shabby flowers and said, "Yes, there is difference among everything, but throw away your prejudice and look ahead with a broad point of view. What do you think the poorest plant is?" "A Dandelion. People do not use it even for a bouquet, and it is so common that people trample it down carelessly. It is not different from a weed at all."
At that time, children ran across the field, rolled about on the lawn, and picked and kissed the dandelions. They made necklaces and garlands of them. They looked wonderful with the golden flowers and green stems.
The seeds stuck to the stalks of the dandelions, and they were as beautiful as white feathers. When the children blew out with a puff, the seeds of the dandelions fluttered away as if they had wings.
"Look at that! Now, do you understand how beautiful those flowers are, and how much pleasure they can give us?" The Sun said to the Apple Tree Branch. "They are only for children." The Apple Tree Branch answered.