The Ballerina Dragonfly
Has sung all the beautiful summer;
She didn\'t have time to look back ever
As winter rolled into its eyes…
The pure field grew pale at short.
Those bright days are now no more,
When under every leaf steady
Both table and home were ready.
All has passed: with the cold winter
Poverty and hunger come in a wink
The Dragonfly no longer sings:
And who would ever only think
To sing with a hungry stomach mutter.
Overwhelmed by wicked wistfulness
It crawls to the Ant with stress:
“Do not leave me, dear godfather,
Let me my strength to gather,
And only until the days of spring
Feed and warm me with no think!”
\"Dear godmother, this seems strange now
Did you work in all the summer?\" -
The Ant asks her disparaging.
\"Was it ever to my care , my kin?
In a such soft green grass our
Songs, a frolick at every hours;
So much that it makes your head spin.\"
\"So you...\" — \"I heartily conce
Sang all red summer bring.”
—\"You\'ve been singing?
That\'s a big-thing,
So go ahead and dance!\"