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The Flower

«The Mouse and the Squirrel (Arabic)
The Night of the Storm (Arabic)»

A lone pink flower spends springtime alone, with no flowery friend to share the wonders of the natural world. Will it be the same next spring?

Spring is in the air and the desire to pick the flowers is irresistible! We wanted to encourage children to be more mindful when picking flowers and introduce them to the life cycle of plants.

This story starts with the poem “The Little Plant” by Kate Brown.

“In the heart of a seed buried deep so deep

A dear little plant lay fast asleep

Wake! said the sun and reach for the light

Wake! said the voice of the rain drops bright

So the dear little plant awoke to see

What the wonderful outside world might be”*


Up went her stem towards the sky

Out stretched her leaves proud and high

And on the tip of her top, between petals so pink

she opened her eye and started to blink


Look at those clouds! How fluffy and white

Look at the trees oh so full of might

There goes a lizard fast over the hill

And a grasshopper hiding on the bark so still

Listen! To The faraway birds so free

And the near buzz buzzing of the busiest bee


Oh what joy it is to see

just how wonderful the outside world can be

But she looked all around and found not one sight

of a flowery friend with whom to share her delight.


Alone she spent spring so gloomy and sad

Will summer, and fall/autumn be just as bad?

Then a butterfly came to visit on a day so clear

You look sad, said the butterfly, what is it dear?

Well it’s a wonderful world but I see no sight

of a flowery friend with whom to share this delight.


Ah, You are in luck said the butterfly wiggling the tip of her top

I’ve brought you some pollen from the hill top

Where there are flowers just like you

And with this pollen you can make seeds anew


Then you will wilt and fall though it doesn’t seem right

The sun will come and the rain drops bright

Your seeds with new roots will reach for the light


So Spring arrived with blooming buds by her side

And she rose again with a new found pride

She looked all around to a beautiful sight

Pink, red and blue flowers with whom to share her delight


*The Little Plant by Kate Brown


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