- And you also resemble Christ, humble little plants. Because you also sprouted for the first time from the virgin earth, just like the Lord who was born of the Virgin. Only with the word of the creator.

- And how long will we die, blessed one? Asks the narcissus.

- When the Lord comes "to judge the world," death will stop on the earth and all the beauties will become eternal, my little flowers, and you will praise him eternally with your diverse beauties.

Then the dry grasses rejoiced and a frozen winter wind came and gathered them and buried them in the mud. There, with their seeds, they happily began to prepare for Spring, for Resurrection.