The young dwarf, to his/her/its tower, changed

in a small prince to clothes of green foliage.

He/it took him the hand and took him on a small trail

of beaded moss of gold buttons.

The march of their subtle shape seemed of dance

and one heard, of a fine ear, a light music,

sustained in a magic ballet flowers

to the multicolored corollas that ventilated

of pretty small fairies of their delicate hands.