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“Why can Dandelion fly? I asked.
“Because it has strong roots!” – a 4-year-old boy, quickly answered and looks around with big sunlight smile. So simple and so deep. . . . To understand the Wisdom and Beauty of Life, make sense, look into the eyes of our children and listen to them. It is helping us to see and understand ourselves, adults. They know how to look at the world differently, and sometimes find answers much faster than we adults 🙂 We adults can ask our children to teach us this. . . . Welcome to the Fairy Tale World!
Olga and the Fairy Tale Team 😊
DANDELION’S DREAM
Dandelion dreamed to fly. . . .
He looked at the clouds floating in the Sky and imagined their long journeys over the World. The clouds were always different, unlike each other: white and pink, fluffy and heavy, or barely visible in the blue Sky. They didn’t hurry anywhere, and sailed slowly, talking to each other and with Wind. It seemed that on a big canvas, an invisible artist was drawing scenes, surprising with his talent for all living everywhere.
Dandelion dreamed to fly. . . .
Here and today, as usual, he raised his bright yellow head to better see the celestial path of the traveling clouds. “Hey! You are stretching your neck up to nowhere! It has become very thin and long,” sounded a quiet, creaky voice. “You will grow old with your dream, someone will blow, and all will disappear as if it never was!”
Dandelion noticed Big Toad among the thickets of tall grass. Big Toad looked mockingly at Dandelion with her big bulging eyes, heavily crawled over a dry log, and hid under it from the summer’s heat.
“Well, now Big Toad is also laughing,” Dandelion thought sadly, but he did not hide his head, and it shone as a bright yellow spot among the green color of the grass. “Yesterday, I was tired of impudent Fox, and today—Big Toad”, he sighed and thoughtfully looked up at the Sky.
“How good it is for the birds and butterflies! They fly wherever they want. I want that too! It feels like just . . . a little more . . . and I will rise to the heights! Maybe there, breathing will be easier, and also there—closer to the Sun. I want to rise up someday, feel free, and see Beauty of our World from above. . . .”
Dandelion dreamed to fly. . . .
It is unknown where the light Wind came from and kindly stroked Dandelion, consoling after Big Toad’s hurtful words. There was someone buzzing nearby, “Good morning, beautiful Sunspot, little Sun on our Earth!” Dandelion saw a striped Bee, who was diligently collecting pollen from Chamomile. “Good morning!” he sincerely smiled in response. “Thank you for your kind words!”
Dandelion spread his leaf-arms, fluffed his head, and extended them towards the sunrays, which seem to remain in the labyrinth of thin petals-tubes of his flower. The sunrays caressed and warmed the flower, gently touching each petal, as a mother would talking with her child.
Dandelion dreamed to fly. . . .
In the meadow were many plants. Each of them has their own dreams and desires—everyone has their own conscious life. The plants are friends, sometimes arguing, but between them, and known only to them, they remain a mysterious green brotherhood.
Dandelion just knew that his friend and neighbor Bluebell has long been in love with the great blue Sky, and that white Chamomile, who every morning counted her petals, loves fairy tales.
Yet . . . only about his dream Dandelion told no one else. He kept it in the depths of himself, hidden from others. This is the same, as we carefully keep within, the greatest value of our treasure, which always gives strength.
Dandelion stretched his fluffy head, looking at the clouds, and it seemed to him like just a little more, and he would fly with them, floating in the air—light, transparent, free. . . .
“If you wish for something very much, it will come true.” Came to him the words of Butterfly, who often flew to him for nectar. And Dandelion wished to fly very much! At night he often had dreams of long journeys and interesting impressions, but the main sense in them was always a feeling of harmony, joy, and peace.
“If you wish for something very much, it will come true,” remembering Butterfly’s words again, Dandelion smiled and looked around. . . .
In the meadow, life was in full swing. Every living being was bustling to do their own deeds, and then, at the end of the day look at the stars, realizing that along with daily needs, there is something more in life. . . .
Dandelion dreamed to fly. . . .
The day ended imperceptibly, taking with it a series of thoughts and deeds. The Sun was going to rest, having painted the Sky with various shades of colors before bedtime. Night musicians tuned their instruments. The night quietly covered the Earth with a soft blanket. . . .
The first rays of the Sun woke the birds, and their songs spread all around, greeting the new Day. The mist gradually settled onto the stems, leaves, and flowers, washing them, and awakening them with its own coolness.
“Good morning,” Dandelion said, nodding his head, and suddenly . . . felt an unusual lightness. While he slept, something had happened to him! He could not explain what it was, but he understood: a very important and significant event took place in his life during the night. . . .
Dandelion reached for the clouds in the Sky and he, as usual, wanted to attend them on their long journeys, but . . . heard the excited whisper of his friend Bluebell, “Dandelion has become a cloud! Look, look! He has become a real cloud!” Bluebell repeated excitedly, looking him over, and not finding his friend’s familiar yellow hat.
“How beautiful! So very beautiful!” Chamomile nodded her head.
What are they talking about?” A puzzled Dandelion asked. “Good morning,” he said, embarrassed by such attention.
“Good morning, good morning!” hoarsely mimicked Big Toad, who protruded from under the dry log. “I warned you many times, but you were so smart, and didn’t listen. Why do you need the clouds? Wind will blow and all will be gone! So . . . you waited—now you have become like them.”
There was no insult or anger in Big Toad’s bulging eyes. Rolling hard from one side to the other, and looking at Dandelion with pity, she climbed again into her hiding place saying in farewell, “Well, so be it . . . good luck to you. Goodbye!”
“Why did she say that?” Dandelion thought in surprise but did not have time to answer. Suddenly a mischievous Wind appeared, laughed, and . . . blew!
Countless little hats broke away from Dandelion’s head and rose into the air. Dozens of celestial travelers, each of whom Dandelion gave his own wings, were able to make his cherished dream come true. They . . . flew away!
Thin modest fluffy parachutes carried with them seeds, that most precious of treasures, the continuation of life on Earth. Another masterpiece of Nature, her little creations, in which is all Wisdom and Beauty of the World. . . .
Wind picked up the fluffy parachute-seeds, and they, light and transparent, rose higher and higher into the Sky, catching up with the clouds. It was as if the silver stars in the morning Sky were gradually disappearing in the heights, so that somewhere far, far away, tired of their long journey, they could descend to our Earth and after a while, again become dandelions.
Dandelion dreamed to fly. . . .
Time passes from one day to the next. . . .
“It’s time to go!” said Wind and began to carefully pick up each small Dandelion’s fluffy parachute-seed, sending them all over Earth.
The fluffy parachute-seeds joyfully called out to each other and descended back onto Earth one by one. Wind left each one where each one was needed. . . .
“Now it’s time for me!” the next Fluffy Parachute-Seed said and flew like a small silver star to where, what is called one great word “Life”, awaited him.
Fluffy Parachute-Seed landed on the ground and looked around. “It’s very noisy here!” he thought.
Bees buzzed, collecting pollen from the flowers. Bluebells discussed the latest news. Grasshoppers hurried somewhere jumping over each other. Ground Beetle dragged a large piece of food by herself and moaned loudly about how hard it was to find food for the poor little ground beetles. Longtail Lizard warmed his sides in the Sun and watched Colorful Butterfly, who sat on a blade of grass and sang while carelessly examining itself in a sparkling mirror of dew.
After the silence of the spacious blue Sky and fluffy white clouds, it was unusual and funny to see and hear all of these cares. Fluffy Parachute-Seed was about to fly further when he heard very close by, “Hey! Fluffy guy!”
He looked around and saw Green Big Toad.
“Who are you?” Green Big Toad asked in surprise and, waddling heavily, moved closer.
“Me? I am Dandelion!” Fluffy Parachute-Seed said proudly, thought a little . . . and added, “I can fly!”
From the book “Happy Home Fairy Tales for children and adults” https://olgaverasen.com/library/
P.S. Our small traveling exhibition of paintings and illustrations was coming to an end. We were about to leave. And then the door opened. . . a woman entered the hall. She quickly walked past the paintings, glanced at the illustrations and turned to leave and then saw the small painting: “Dandelion Wind”.
“Oh! It’s just like when I was a child! I ran across the field, and they flew with me!” – she exclaimed enthusiastically. I glanced at her and at that moment I saw a girl running across the field with her arms-wings spread wide. . . . The woman glanced at me, “Thank you!” and quickly walked towards the exit. . . The girl who ran across the field with her arms-wings spread wide stayed with her. . .
Each of us keeps something special in our hearts that reminds us of the Beauty that is within us. . . .
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