Tonight's episode is a story poem written by Louisa May Alcott and is found in her Treasured Flower Fable series.
This heartwarming poem is called Clover Blossom and leans towards the theme of love and kindness.
This poem reminds us why kindness towards others is so important.
When we're kind towards others,
They're more likely to be kind towards us.
Kindness helps create emotional connections and makes the world a happier place.
And so,
As always,
My friend,
Settling comfortably under the covers,
Take a full,
Comfortable breath,
And as you exhale,
Relax and let go.
Allow any tension to just melt away,
Letting your body sink deeper and deeper down into the softness of your bed.
There is nothing else to do and nowhere else to be,
So just lay back,
Relax and enjoy the story.
In a quiet,
Pleasant meadow beneath a summer sky,
Where green old trees their branches waved and winds went singing by,
Where a little brook went rippling so musically low,
And passing clouds cast shadows on the waving grass below,
Where low sweet notes of brooding birds stole out on the fragrant air,
And golden sunlight shone undimmed on almost fresh and fair,
There bloomed a lovely sisterhood of happy little flowers,
Together in this pleasant home through quiet summer hours.
No rude hand came to gather them,
No chilling winds to blight,
Warm sunbeams smiled on them by day,
And soft dews fell at night.
So here,
Along the brookside,
Beneath the green old trees,
The flowers dwelt among their friends,
The sunbeams and the breeze.
One morning,
As the flowers awoke,
Fragrant and fresh and fair,
A little worm came creeping by and begged a shelter there.
Ah,
Pity and love me,
Sighed the worm,
I am lonely,
Poor and weak.
A little spot for a resting place,
Dear flowers,
Is all I seek.
I am not fair and have dwelt unloved by butterfly,
Bird,
And bee.
They little knew that in this dark form lay the beauty they yet may see.
Then let me lie in the deep green moss and weave my little tomb,
And sleep my long unbroken sleep till spring's first flowers come.
Then I will come in a fairer dress and your gentle care repay,
By the grateful love of the humble worm,
Kind flowers,
Oh let me stay.
But the wild rose showed her little thorns,
While her soft face glowed with pride.
The violet hid beneath the drooping ferns,
And the daisy turned aside.
Little Huistonia scornfully laughed as she danced on her slender stem,
While the cowslip bent to the rippling waves and whispered the tale to them.
A blue-eyed grass looked down on the worm as it silently turned away,
And cried,
Thou wilt harm our delicate leaves,
And therefore thou canst not stay.
Then a sweet soft voice called out from far,
Come hither poor worm to me.
The sun lies warm in this quiet spot,
And I'll share my home with thee.
The wandering flowers looked up to see who had offered the worm a home.
T'was a clover blossom whose fluttering leaves seemed beckoning him to come.
It dwelt in a sunny little nook where cool winds rustled by,
And murmuring bees and butterflies came on the flower's breast to lie.
Down through the leaves the sunlight stole,
And seemed to linger there,
As if it loved to brighten the home of one so sweet and fair.
Its rosy face smiled kindly down as the friendless worm drew near,
And its low voice softly whispering said,
Poor thing thou art welcome here.
Close at my side in the soft green moss thou wilt find a quiet bed,
Where thou canst softly sleep till spring with my leaves above thee spread.
I pity and love thee friendless worm,
Though thou art not graceful or fair,
For many a dark unlovely form hath a kind heart dwelling there.
No more o'er the green and pleasant earth,
Lonely and poor,
Shalt thou roam,
For a loving friend hast thou found in me,
And rest in my little home.
Then,
Deep in its quiet mossy bed,
Sheltered from sun and shower,
The grateful worm spun its winter tomb in the shadow of the flower,
And clover guarded well its rest till autumn's leaves were sear,
Till all her sister's flowers were gone and her winter sleep drew near.
Then her withered leaves were softly spread,
O'er the sleeping worm below,
Ere the faithful little flower lay beneath the winter snow.
Spring came again and the flowers rose from their quiet winter graves,
And gaily danced on their slender stems and sang with the rippling waves.
Softly the warm winds kissed their cheeks,
Brightly the sunbeams fell,
As one by one they came again in their summer homes to dwell.
And little clover bloomed once more,
Rosy and sweet and fair,
And patiently watched by the mossy bed,
For the worm still slumbered there.
Then her sister flowers scornfully cried as they waved in the summer air,
The ugly worm was friendless and poor,
Little clover,
Why shouldst thou care?
Then watch no more,
Nor dwell alone,
Away from thy sister flowers.
Come,
Dance and feast,
And spend with us these pleasant summer hours.
We pity thee,
Foolish little flower,
To trust what the false worm said.
He will not come in a fairer dress,
For he lies in the green moss dead.
But little clover still watched on,
Alone in her sunny home.
She did not doubt the poor worm's truth,
And trusted he would come.
At last the small cell opened wide,
And a glittering butterfly,
From out the moss on golden wings,
Soared up to the sunny sky.
Then the wondering flowers cried aloud,
Clover,
Thy watch was vain,
He only sought a shelter here,
And never will come again.
And the unkind flowers danced for joy,
When they saw him thus depart,
For the love of a beautiful butterfly is dear to a flower's heart.
They feared he would stay in clover's home,
And her tender care repay,
So they danced for joy,
When at last he rose,
And silently flew away.
Then little clover bowed her head,
While her soft tears fell like dew,
For her gentle heart was grieved to find that her sister's words were true.
And the insect she had watched so long,
When helpless,
Poor,
And lone,
Thankless for all her faithful care,
On his golden wings had flown.
But as she drooped in silent grief,
She heard little Daisy cry,
Oh sisters,
Look,
I see him now,
Afar in the sunny sky.
He is floating back from cloud land now,
Borne by fragrant air.
Spread wide your leaves,
That he may choose the flower he deems most fair.
Then the wild rose glowed with a deeper blush,
As she proudly waved her stem.
The cowslip bent to the clear blue waves,
And made her mirror of them.
Little Hoestonia merrily danced,
And spread her white leaves wide,
While Daisy whispered her joy and hope,
As she stood by her gay friend's side.
Violet peeped from the tall green ferns,
And lifted her soft blue eye,
To watch the glittering form that shone,
Afar in the summer sky.
They thought no more of the ugly worm,
Who once had wakened their scorn,
But looked and longed for the butterfly now,
As the soft wind bore him on.
Near and near the bright form came,
And fairer the blossoms grew.
Each welcomed him in her sweetest tones,
Each offered her honey and dew.
But in vain did they beckon and smile and call,
And wider their leaves unclose,
The glittering form still floated on by Violet,
Daisy,
And Rose.
Lightly it flew to the pleasant home of the flower most truly fair.
On Clover's breast he softly lit,
And folded his bright wings there.
Dear flower,
The butterfly whispered low,
Long hast thou waited for me.
Now I am come,
And my grateful love shall brighten thy home for thee.
Thou hast loved and cared for me,
Hast watched o'er me long and well,
And now will I strive to show the thanks the poor worm could not tell.
Sunbeam and breeze shall come to thee,
And the coolest dews that fall.
What e'er a flower can wish is thine,
For thou art worthy all.
And the home thou shared with the friendless worm,
The butterfly's home shall be,
And thou shalt find,
Dear faithful flower,
A loving friend in me.
Then through the long bright summer hours,
Through sunshine and through shower,
Together in their happy home dwelt Butterfly and Flower.
