The Ambitious Violet
In a solitary garden, beautiful in its corners, good in character, lived a violet contented among her peers, swaying joyfully among the grass stems. On one morning, crowned with dewdrops, she raised her head and looked around her. She saw a rose stretching toward the heights with a slender stature and a head towering proudly as if it were a flame of fire above a lamp made of emerald. The Violet: The violet opened her blue mouth and sighed, saying, “How little is my fortune among the flowers, and how low is my station among them! Nature created me small and insignificant. I live clinging to the earth’s surface and cannot raise my stature toward the blueness of the sky or turn my face toward the sun as the roses do.” ...