LONG prior, long back when the blooms first woke to life on this dear earth, each picked where it would live as it picked, as well, the shade of its petals.
"I will make the progress and make the uncovered soil gay with green cutting edges," cried the grass.
"I will live in the fields and by roadsides," snickered the daisy.
"I, as well," resounded the buttercup, the cornflower, the poppy, and the clover.
"Give me the lakes and the lakes," the water lily called.
"Also, let us have the streams and the bogs," asked the irises, cowslips, and Jacks-in-the-platform.
"We cherish the shaded, ferny forest spots," drawled the timid overlook me-nots and wood-violets.
"Also, we wish to be petted in patio nurseries," announced the rose, the pansies, the sweet williams, the hollyhocks.
"I cherish the warm dry sun — I will go to the sandy betray," said the desert flora. So all spots with the exception of the uncovered edges of high mountains were picked. To these, no blossom wished to go.
"There is insufficient sustenance there!" the daisy clarified.
"There is insufficient warmth! There is insufficient nourishment!" all chose. " It is so exposed and cold! Release the dim greenery and cover the stones," they said.
In any case, the greenery was opposed to go.
"When one can't live without dampness, warmth, support — when one must have petting or live in a garden, unquestionably the depressing spots of the mountains must manage without blossoms! How stupid it is attempt to make the worn out, uncovered peaks exquisite! Release the dark greenery — he has not yet picked!"
So the dim greenery went up the high mountains since he was advised to go. He moved over the uncovered shakes past the spots where timberlands stopped to develop. Everything was devastate and quiet up there.
Up ever more elevated crawled the dim greenery. It went even over the mists where the battered rocks were secured with ice and snow.
There it held back in wonder, for it found a peaceful star-molded bloom sticking to the ridges and blooming! It was white like the snow around it, and its heart was of delicate yellow. So chilly was it up there that the little bloom had cased its leaves in delicate fleece to keep warm and living in the hopelessness.
"Gracious!" cried the dark greenery, holding back. "How came you here where there was no glow, no dampness, no sustenance? It is high over the timberlands, high over the mists! I came in light of the fact that I was sent. Who are you?"
At that point the little starry bloom gestured in the chill wind. "I am the edelweiss," it said. "I came here discreetly in light of the fact that there was need of me, that some bloom may light up these isolations."
"What's more, didn't they instruct you to come?"
"No," said the little blossom. "It was on the grounds that the mountains required me. There are no blossoms up here yet me."
The edelweiss is nearer to the stars than the daisy, the buttercup, the iris, or the rose. The individuals who have valor, similar to it, have thought that it was high over the mists, where it develops ever happily. They call it Respectable White — that is its name, edelweiss! Adore, similar to the edelweiss, knows not generosity.
"I will make the progress and make the uncovered soil gay with green cutting edges," cried the grass.
"I will live in the fields and by roadsides," snickered the daisy.
"I, as well," resounded the buttercup, the cornflower, the poppy, and the clover.
"Give me the lakes and the lakes," the water lily called.
"Also, let us have the streams and the bogs," asked the irises, cowslips, and Jacks-in-the-platform.
"We cherish the shaded, ferny forest spots," drawled the timid overlook me-nots and wood-violets.
"Also, we wish to be petted in patio nurseries," announced the rose, the pansies, the sweet williams, the hollyhocks.
"I cherish the warm dry sun — I will go to the sandy betray," said the desert flora. So all spots with the exception of the uncovered edges of high mountains were picked. To these, no blossom wished to go.
"There is insufficient sustenance there!" the daisy clarified.
"There is insufficient warmth! There is insufficient nourishment!" all chose. " It is so exposed and cold! Release the dim greenery and cover the stones," they said.
In any case, the greenery was opposed to go.
"When one can't live without dampness, warmth, support — when one must have petting or live in a garden, unquestionably the depressing spots of the mountains must manage without blossoms! How stupid it is attempt to make the worn out, uncovered peaks exquisite! Release the dark greenery — he has not yet picked!"
So the dim greenery went up the high mountains since he was advised to go. He moved over the uncovered shakes past the spots where timberlands stopped to develop. Everything was devastate and quiet up there.
Up ever more elevated crawled the dim greenery. It went even over the mists where the battered rocks were secured with ice and snow.
There it held back in wonder, for it found a peaceful star-molded bloom sticking to the ridges and blooming! It was white like the snow around it, and its heart was of delicate yellow. So chilly was it up there that the little bloom had cased its leaves in delicate fleece to keep warm and living in the hopelessness.
"Gracious!" cried the dark greenery, holding back. "How came you here where there was no glow, no dampness, no sustenance? It is high over the timberlands, high over the mists! I came in light of the fact that I was sent. Who are you?"
At that point the little starry bloom gestured in the chill wind. "I am the edelweiss," it said. "I came here discreetly in light of the fact that there was need of me, that some bloom may light up these isolations."
"What's more, didn't they instruct you to come?"
"No," said the little blossom. "It was on the grounds that the mountains required me. There are no blossoms up here yet me."
The edelweiss is nearer to the stars than the daisy, the buttercup, the iris, or the rose. The individuals who have valor, similar to it, have thought that it was high over the mists, where it develops ever happily. They call it Respectable White — that is its name, edelweiss! Adore, similar to the edelweiss, knows not generosity.
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