A
legend tells that every day, at the dawn, Mother Nature tears one
of her inexhaustible strings of pearls and drop them on the grass
and on the innumerable flowers on the Earth.
Here,
the pearls turn into fresh water little drops, capable to give the
necessary energy to approach the new day.
It
was a marvelous day of May, the miracle repeated and a cascade of
pearls fell from the sky on the earth.
Once
again, every pearl turned into a drop of water, that crept in the
grass and in the calyx of the flowers.
One
of them fell on the corolla of a thistle.
As
everyone knows, nobody would give a thistle, so full of thorns, as
a present for a lover.
That
flower wasn’t used to have company, as everybody stayed away
from him; he was surprised when he realized that that drop had
fallen on its bud, and it seemed it did not want to leave it.
In
this case, a prodigy had happened, as the dew drop had fell in
love with that flower, notwithstanding the thorns and the
worrisome aspect, and never would have left it.
The
dew drop would have always quench its thirst, and the thistle
would have defended it from the external threats with its pointed
thorns.
From
their union, somebody says two little thistles are born, thorny as
their father and tender as their mother, depending on the
occasions.
For
them too, Mother Nature has a pearl of her precious necklace, so
that in that field will be always place for newborn courageous
thistles.
(English
translation by Silvia Mancini)
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