One of the buds swayed and began to open, fragrant and slowly opening its petals. And here is its inhabitant, waiting in a snow-white cradle for her hour. Still a little sleepy, she sits in a light dress on soft pollen, rubbing her eyes. For the first time, she looks at this completely new world for her. And suddenly, overflowing with some unknown joy, spreading her translucent wings, the baby fluttered up and spun on her native flower. She smiled at the bright moon, and the moon smiled back at her. Flower by flower, bud by bud, lovely creatures are born, and now their silvery laughter is heard on every twig…