The Secret of the Flowers
A story about a butterfly who tells a little bee why different flowers have such unique and pleasant scents.
In a forest clearing, among the bright flowers, a butterfly named Lea fluttered happily. Her wings were decorated with many colors, and she knew every corner of the meadow. One day, a little bee named Birk flew up to her. Birk was very curious and loved learning new things.
“Lea,” Birk asked, “why do different flowers have such a pleasant scent? And why do they all smell differently?” Lea smiled and invited the little bee to fly with her to the flowers. “Every flower has its own secret, Birk,” the butterfly began. “Scents help flowers attract insects, which carry their pollen and help the flowers grow and produce new seeds.”
The first flower they flew to was a delicate pink clover. Lea breathed in its sweet scent and said, “The scent of this clover is warm and sweet. It attracts us, bees and butterflies, because it needs our wings to spread its pollen. When we come to it, it seems to say, ‘Welcome, friends, I need your help!’”
Then Lea led Birk to a yellow lily, whose fragrance was much stronger and sharper. “The scent of this lily is powerful because it wants to attract insects from afar,” Lea explained. “Its aroma is so strong that even a light breeze can carry it across the entire meadow. That way, it invites us not to pass by, but to come and visit.”
Birk listened intently, trying to remember every word. Finally, Lea showed him the last flower—a small purple bellflower. Its scent was very light, barely noticeable. “This flower doesn’t need a strong scent,” said Lea, “because it prefers only those who know its spot well to come to it. Its scent is gentle, like a soft whisper, and it only attracts the most attentive insects.”
Inspired by Lea’s story, Birk looked at the meadow with new eyes. He understood that each flower had its own purpose and that scents were a language flowers used to “speak” to insects. “Thank you, Lea! Now I know that every flower has its own secret language, and I’ll try to learn it,” Birk said.
From then on, Birk didn’t just flit from flower to flower but tried to understand each scent, feeling and listening to nature around him. He felt as if he now knew much more about the flowers and the meadow.
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