There was a young flower in the desert where all was dry and sad looking It was growing by itself enjoying every day and saying to the sun "When shall I be grown up?" And the sun would say "Be patient - Each time I touch you, you grow a little" She was so pleased. Because she would have a chance to bring beauty to this corner of sand And this is all she wanted to do - bring a little bit of beauty to this world.
One day the hunter came by - and stepped on her. - She was going to die - and she felt so sad. Not because she was dying - but because she would not have a chance to bring a little bit of beauty to this corner of the desert.