Thin strings

- I'm glad to see you! - Тhe Tree heard its friends voice, but there was no one around.
- And I'm glad... to hear you. - thought The Tree, deciding to refrain from inappropriate questions for a moment.
- I'm here! - sounded from somewhere above, and The Tree felt how a light, azure shadow covered its leaves from the rays of the purple sun.
- I’ve been here for a long time, - The Tree grumbled displeasedly.
A dragon appeared on a stone ledge and touched the weathered tree trunk with its face.
- Didn't you get bored? - he asked.
- Not a bit, I've been learning an universal language. - said The Tree.
- Ow! Please tell me something on it! - asked the Dragon.
The Tree, having filled the flowers on its branches with a nectar, hesitantly touched some of the thinnest strings... And ones more…
- Delightful! - The dragon wrapped the third coil of its tail around the trunk. - Even I'm not that good at it.
- You are the Dragon, you do not have to be able to do in order to teach. Plus, you never have enough time...
 
 
S. Platonov (author and artist)


(русская версия http://stihi.ru/2020/02/13/9482)