Encouraged by the gift of silence A stone lay by the rock, The constant stream of clear water droplets Kept striking the stone in the same spot. A hole appeared in the stone, Droplets danced freely to the ground; They smiled exactly the same way, As raindrops in times of drought. From the hole in the middle of the stone A beautiful flower began to appear, Sincere and innocent as a poem Suitable to a song with good cheer. A little boy looks at the flower, He whistles like a bird that is carefree, Drought rules and they, who live in fields Call out to the rain with a plea. Clear water trickles drip by drip from the rock, It protects the flower against the sun’s rays, Drought would never dare to harm her, Both fresh and desirable it will always stay. Clear water trickles cheerfully from the rock, Glad, because a great wish has been fulfilled By having created a chance For the happy life the flower will build.