Où est le Buchidindron ?

The time is long to wait Buchidindrons

Three months went by . It was late spring http://buchidindron.olympe.in/blog-officiel-buchidindron/le-printemps-du-buchidindron/ .
Then it was the turn of autumn to settle. The trees gradually lost their yellow leaves.
The little flower is sometimes found all hidden in this huge carpet ... but the bird , he continued to fly , carefree seasons . The Buchidindron be made to wait .
When three months have passed, it was winter, the terrible cold of winter. The little flower was about to freeze , may be dying.
A terrible gust of icy wind blew and the poor flower lay on the ground. Falling , she heard about it a funny noise ... she leaned over again and saw , to his side , the bird struck by cold and hunger, which seemed to also die.
She gathered one last time with all his strength to call :
Bird, beautiful bird , listen to me , bird, beautiful bird takes me.
But she knew it was too late now ... even if he heard the bird could no longer prevail. Then she let go, buried in the cold snow .

Even Buchidindrons do not fly in this weather

The next day she woke up , however , astonished to be alive . Before she beautiful bird trying to remove pecking snow that covered .
Beautiful flower , pretty flower, today we leave. That night found me a child , and nursed . Today is my turn to save you. We will set off from here, both together .

Flower finally saw the bird but not by Buchidindron

But the flower looked at him and said:
Bird beautiful bird, I can not come with you ... my petals are colorless and my leaves are dull .
Wherever we go, said the bird, you will be my most beautiful of all flowers eyes of the world !
And it said the bird and its feathers puffed slowly plucked the flower between his beak and flew to draw wings by gently pressing against him.