Thumbelina was born in the heart of a flower.
That has kept all the strength from the nutrient earth.
And his bud was becoming a delicate tower,
Made from petals and blossom dust only for her.
She was sleeping in bed, under flocculent blanket,
She was drinking the diamonds of crystalline dew.
She was touching this heart, every innermost angle…
All my longing’s to be like this flower for you!