There was a time when flowers cried. They
don't cry anymore.
But once upon a time they did. In that
time when the earth was filled with
wilderness, trees and shrubbery and
plants and grass as far as the eyes can
see. When spring came, the land was
carpeted with flowers and no one loved
those flowers more than a little deer,
who loved to run. And so her name was
Running Deer. She called upon her friend,
rain, to shower the flowers with water, so
that they can drink. And she called upon
her friend, the sun, to shower the flowers
with light, so that they can grow. One day
while Running Deer was playing in the
meadows she heard the sound of crying.
And she found out that it was the blue
daffodils and she said blue daffodils
why are you crying? And the blue
daffodils said, we are crying because
when we fade and die, we have no place in
the sky. Animals have a place in the sky,
humans have a place in the sky. But we,
blue daffodils, when we fade and die, we
have no place in the sky. So Running Dear
promised them that she would help. And
she went to call her friends the rain
and the sun, but the race said what can I
do about it
and the Sun said what can I do about it?
Well for the rest of the day, all Running
Deer could hear was the flowers crying.
The red roses, the yellow sunflowers, the
pink carnations, the white daffodils, they
were all crying because when they fade
and die, they have no place in the sky. So
Running Deer insisted on her friends, the
sun and the rain, to do something. And
rain said, but all I know how to do is
rain and suns said, all I know how to do
is give heat and light. And  Running Deer
said,
well why don't you work together, maybe
you can come up with something? And they
did. They did come up with something. And
that's why when we see the sun and the
rain come together, we see a rainbow of
all the colours of the flowers and more.
Because now when the flowers fade and
die, they have a beautiful resting place,
in the sky.
What next?
If the flowers aren't crying anymore,
what feelings do they have now? And
thinking about the story - Why was it
important for the flowers to have a
beautiful resting place?
And thinking beyond the story - When we cry does that
mean we're sad? Over to you.
