In the wood, with each twig,
A drop of water still trembles;
The tree shines, the grass sparkles:
Pearls of fire and pearls of gold!

A clear and warm sun is playing
On the path where the water flows,
And the wind is wet and soft,
The fresher and more beautiful foam.

Here is the edge of the wood.
A tree that brushes my sleeve
Kindly rain down on me
The water that pearls at the end of the branch.

Here is the stony path
Already drying under the sun ...
After the rain, this bright weather
It’s a spectacle like no other!

When I was little, I spent 2 days with little girls of my age at “The Sick Children”: most of them were wise, courageous and gentle (children are often much more courageous and resigned than adults).