mercredi 18 juin 2014

Elle attend le Buchidindron

Buchidindron the morning of spring

One spring morning ( http://buchidindron.olympe.in/blog-officiel-buchidindron/le-printemps-du-buchidindron/ ) , April 5 exactly , somewhere in France , a tiny seed gave birth to a flower. She was frail and had its petals just the color pink. Gradually she stretched towards the sun rose .
A few steps away , in every green tree, a mother bird tenderly brooding her eggs. She heard a crack , then two, then three and soon a chick appeared, squealing with joy to finally see the day.
Small flower growing at the same pace as the chick . And when the bird began to fly small flower began to dream . It also would have liked to travel to visit the vast world , such Buchidindron surfing the air.
She said:
If only I could call this bird ... it would take me every day with him to show me what 's in the world !

The bird not as generous Buchidindron

One day the bird fluttered to her small flower called :
Bird, beautiful bird listen to me . Beautiful bird bird takes me.
But the bird , too busy to sing , did not hear his call and returned later.
Every day the same scene happened again :
Monday , the bird was too busy flying from one branch to another;
Tuesday : he played with a cat ;
Wednesday : he sought to small ;
Thursday : It was with a friend, Buchidindron ;
Friday : he was bathing in the river
Saturday : he rested .
And Sunday returned without the bird to hear the flower.
She sometimes cried at night sadly closing its petals.
It is difficult to get a bird so fickle she thought, melancholy sound .

And still no Buchidindron

The weeks and months passed and soon appeared and summer and bright sun which gave thirsty flower. She would have liked to go to the river to quench their thirst , then harder, she called :
Beautiful bird bird listen to me . Beautiful bird bird takes me
But still no answer ...

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