A forest dwarf inherited a box of magic eyeglasses. His friend offers him a well-paid job.
|I'm a cloud
In a snow-white coating.
I'm so proud
Of my daring floating!
As tight as a sail,
As soft as a feather,
Forecasting a gale
Or a good weather.
Taking any form,
A lion or a worm.
Joy and inspiration.
|"It's not my fault,
I'm silly and small,
I fell into a pitfall.
I was told lies,
That sounded so nice.
High was the price.
The forest is dead.
And life is so sad.
I've done nothing bad."
|"Leveled is the forest, deserted is your home.
It's you who has done it, little silly gnome.
Look at the wilted flowers, at the dry creek,
It's you who has done it, so small and weak!"
|"Dividing a cake it's easy to stay fair,
But the last crumb is hard to share.
When holidays come, we sing and dance,
But in misery who will prance?
You think, "Poor me, all work and no fun,
No rest, no reward for all I've done."
But aren't your children and your wife
Living the same miserable life?"
|"You came in vain;
No signs of rain.
Nothing to talk about.
We're dying in the drought."
|Winged seeds drift in the air,
Buzzing bees pick honey with care,
Eagles hover in search of food,
Clouds pour rain onto the wood.
|Here am I, in the rainbow spray,
In the green of the foliage, in the joy of the day!
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