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The Toad and the Tree Frog

In a peaceful pond, under an enchanting sky,
There lived a gray toad, without shine, without value,
He dreamed of being beautiful, of shining under the heavens,
Like the tree frog, luminous green.

Every day, he admired her, from afar, in silence,
Tree frog jumped, graceful, with elegance,
The toad, in his corner, ruminated on his madness,
Becoming prettier was his only challenge.

Oh, how to be beautiful, as charming as you tree frog,
Resplendent frog, give me your silhouette,
I want to shine, sparkle, change my destiny,
From a simple ugly toad, into a sacred beauty.

One day, near the pond, he came across a magician,
The old wise man of the waters, the mysterious guardian,
He begged for help, began to beg,
The old wise man smiles, ready to grant his request.

Oh, how to be beautiful, as charming as you tree frog,
Resplendent frog, give me your silhouette,
I want to shine, sparkle, change my destiny,
From a simple ugly toad, into a sacred beauty.

The magician then said, in a confident voice,
Beauty comes from the heart, it cannot be stolen,
But I can offer you a chance to prove yourself,
That appearance is often deceptive, and cannot dictate everything.

Oh, how to be beautiful, as charming as you tree frog,
Resplendent frog, give me your silhouette,
I want to shine, sparkle, change my destiny,
From a simple ugly toad, into a sacred beauty.

The toad, transformed, then became shiny, phosphorescent,
The others avoided him or looked at him with suspicion,
Rainette approached him gently and said with tenderness,
You haven't changed, just hidden your weaknesses.

Oh, how to be beautiful, as charming as you tree frog,
Resplendent frog, give me your silhouette,
I want to shine, sparkle, change my destiny,
From a simple ugly toad, into a sacred beauty.

The lesson was sadly learned by our gray toad,
True beauty lies in the mind,
He then understood that the important thing in short,
It's about being yourself, even if you're gross

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The bulimic shark

In the deep ocean, where life reigns supreme,
There lived a great shark, with sharp and clean teeth,
He ate all around, out of endless bulimia,
Ignoring the dangers, swallowing without brake.

Every day he hunted, swallowed without measure,
Fish and shellfish, everything became his pasture,
He let nothing live, in the azure waters,
Devouring the ocean, greedily.

Little bulimic shark, your insane appetite,
Leads you to your doom, in the icy ocean,
You devour constantly, without ever stopping,
Soon you will be alone, with nothing to sustain you.

The fish fled, the corals hid,
Frightened by his actions, the seas emptied.
The algae murmured, in the salty current,
Shark, be careful, your hunger will trap you.

Little bulimic shark, your insane appetite,
Leads you to your doom, in the icy ocean,
You devour constantly, without ever stopping,
Soon you will be alone, with nothing to sustain you.

One day, he found himself alone in the depths,
Nothing left to devour, nothing left to taste, no flavor left,
The ocean was empty and its bulimia insatiable,
The shark then understood the lesson, pitifully.

Little bulimic shark, your insane appetite,
Leads you to your doom, in the icy ocean,
You devour constantly, without ever stopping,
Soon you will be alone, with nothing to sustain you.

He finally realized, in a sad whisper,
That moderation is pure wisdom,
Her empty stomach cried out, her heart heavy with regret,
The bulimic shark, who died of starvation, learned from his excesses.

Little bulimic shark, your insane appetite,
Leads you to your doom, in the icy ocean,
You devour constantly, without ever stopping,
Soon you will be alone, with nothing to sustain you.

The sea returned to life, slowly, patiently,
The shark slowly fed the crabs
In the blue depths all blessed Lent,
The wisdom of an ocean in a sad requiem.

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The Hyena and the Lion

In the savannah of Africa, under the burning sun,
There lived a hyena, with an insolent smile,
She defied the laws, the ancestral rules,
Making fun of the old lion and his fine morals.

Every day she poached, devouring without remorse,
The prey of other hunters, sowing discord,
The elephants whispered, the zebras were wary,
But the shameless hyena laughed at it.

Rebel hyena, in the golden savannah,
You defy the laws, you never stop looting,
But a day will come when you will be judged,
And your unpunished actions will end up avenged.

The old lion reigned, with wisdom and slowness,
But its laws seemed old, in the face of so many misfortunes,
The hyena was having fun, without fear or fear,
Taking advantage of the flaws, with sinister ardor.

Rebel hyena, in the golden savannah,
You defy the laws, you never stop looting,
But a day will come when you will be judged,
And your unpunished actions will end up avenged.

One morning dawned, with a new breath,
The laws of the lion changed, striking like a scourge,
The hyena saw nothing coming, nor his vulture friends,
Their lives of contempt were turned upside down in one day.

Rebel hyena, in the golden savannah,
You defy the laws, you never stop looting,
But a day will come when you will be judged,
And your unpunished actions will end up avenged.

The other animals, tired of so much mischief,
United against the hyena, to restore peace,
She ran tirelessly, trying to hide,
But his violations ended up suffocating him.

Rebel hyena, in the golden savannah,
You defy the laws, you never stop looting,
But a day will come when you will be judged,
And your unpunished actions will end up avenged.

The savannah regained its tranquility and order,
The hyena realized too late that it would stop biting.
Under the gaze of the old lion, justice resumed,
The hyena paid the price for his contempt.

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The goat and his pride

In a green meadow, where the larks sang,
There lived a goat, with a proud bearing and a high head,
Convinced of being noble, proud racing mare,
She strutted, and pride splashed.

His hooves clanked, like polished irons,
She trotted in a circle, with an exalted air,
The chickens clucked, the sheep laughed,
But the goat, imperturbable, continued to dream.

Little proud goat, in your enchanted meadow,
You think you are a mare, noble and refined,
But your pride veils you, the simple truth,
What a goat you are, and forever will be.

The cows murmured, between two shots of milk,
Watch her trot, with her ballet air,
The dogs were rolling with laughter until they cried,
But the goat only saw his beloved dream.

Little proud goat, in your enchanted meadow,
You think you are a mare, noble and refined,
But your pride veils you, the simple truth,
What a goat you are, and forever will be.

She could have shined, been the queen of the herd,
But his blinding pride kept him away from bravos,
The other animals left her aside,
Because in her dream world, she remained locked away.

Little proud goat, in your enchanted meadow,
You think you are a mare, noble and refined,
But your pride veils you, the simple truth,
What a goat you are, and forever will be.

One day, a wise owl said to him in passing,
Accept your nature, and be proud of it, really,
Happiness is in acceptance, not in illusions,
But the goat, too shy, ignored this lesson.

Little proud goat, in your enchanted meadow,
You think you are a mare, noble and refined,
But your pride veils you, the simple truth,
What a goat you are, and forever will be.

Time passed, and the goat, lonely,
Regretted his pride and his fleeting dreams,
She could have been loved, remarkable indeed,
But her pride lost her, in her meadow, alone, she would remain.

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The wise man and the impudent student

In a peaceful garden, under a starry sky,
A wise man taught, his lessons enlightened,
To a curious student, with a dazed look,
Not too ready to understand all the sacred secrets.

The wise man raised his finger, towards the silver moon,
“Look,” he said, “at the illuminated mystery,
This soft light, drawn in the sky,
This is where the truth is forever."

Oh, inattentive student, listen to the advice,
Look not at the finger, but at the eternal light,
For the path of wisdom is strewn with sparks,
Follow the path of the moon, and you will find the sky.

But the student, distracted, stared at the pointing finger,
Ignoring wisdom, he lost himself in vanity,
With an unexpected gesture, he grabbed the sacred finger,
And with an absurd movement, shoved it into his nose.

Oh, inattentive student, listen to the advice,
Look not at the finger, but at the eternal light,
For the path of wisdom is strewn with sparks,
Follow the path of the moon, and you will find the sky.

The wise man sighed, faced with so much ignorance,
Seeing the student lacking, from pure clairvoyance,
"You will always get lost, in your crazy wandering,
If you don't see beyond your own arrogance."

Oh, inattentive student, listen to the advice,
Look not at the finger, but at the eternal light,
For the path of wisdom is strewn with sparks,
Follow the path of the moon, and you will find the sky.

The stars twinkled, witnesses to the absurd scene,
The wise man knew that the student had to learn his pain.
True learning, sometimes pain takes away,
Because the wise man's big finger gave him a headache.

Oh, inattentive student, listen to the advice,
Look not at the finger, but at the eternal light,
For the path of wisdom is strewn with sparks,
Follow the path of the moon, and you will find the sky.

The garden remained peaceful, under the lit moon,
The wise man continued, his lessons of truth,
The student, with time, would perhaps understand,
May the path to wisdom require good fertilizer.

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The Misguided Ant

Under the summer sky lived a hardworking ant,
She worked tirelessly, tirelessly and preciously,
She amassed reserves, before the winter, rigorous,
Ignoring the world around, focused and serious.

Little ant, with your bag on your back,
You cross the fields and the undergrowth, without lifting your muzzle,
“You have to hoard,” you think brilliantly,
To survive the cold days, without ever failing.

Little ant, open your eyes, look around you,
Life is more than effort, it is love and joy,
Don't let greed imprison you like this,
Learn to live, to love, that’s the real challenge.

She ignored the flowers, no longer listened to the songs of the birds,
The laughter of other insects, the games under the branches.
His only obsession: filling his precious cart,
Accumulate treasures, curial frenzy.

Little ant, with your bag on your back,
You cross the fields and the undergrowth, without lifting your muzzle,
“You have to hoard,” you think brilliantly,
To survive the cold days, without ever failing.

One stormy evening, the sky turned black, threatening,
Lightning streaked through the night, thunder rumbling,
The rain flooded the earth, everything was submerged,
The ant lost its reserves, its labor exhausted.

Little ant, open your eyes, look around you,
Life is more than your effort, it is love and joy,
Don't let greed imprison you like this,
Learn to live, to love, that’s the real challenge.

Without resources, homeless, she understood her mistake,
That life is not only accumulation and labor,
That love and sharing are the true values,
But it was too late for this poor dreaming body.

Little ant, open your eyes, look around you,
Life is more than effort, it is love and joy,
Don't let greed imprison you like this,
Learn to live, to love, that’s the real challenge.

The wind blew gently, over the sodden earth,
The other insects danced, free and light,
The ant had not understood what life had dictated to him,
That love and life are the true riches to be cherished and respected.

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The rat and the little mice

In a dark attic, where mystery reigns,
There lived a big rat, in a very austere way,
Making fun of the mice, so small and light,
Constantly harassing them, never remaining silent.

Big arrogant rat, with your snide look,
You laughed at the mice, calling them stunted,
“You are fragile, so small, not as strong as me,”
Your cruelty echoed, feast of mistigri.

Big rat, too proud, you attracted attention,
Now trapped, it's too late for forgiveness,
The little mice, whom you despised so much,
They found their way, you're locked in.

The little mice, gracefully passed by,
Under the gaze of the rat, who always hurt them,
He laughed out loud, at their small size,
Without ever thinking that one day he would be fallen.

Big rat, too proud, you attracted attention,
Now trapped, it's too late for forgiveness,
The little mice, whom you despised so much,
They found their way, you're locked in.

One day, destiny decided to change,
The big rat, too fat, could no longer hide,
A trap closed on him, without pity,
He understood too late that he had to be discreet.

Big rat, too proud, you attracted attention,
Now trapped, it's too late for forgiveness,
The little mice, whom you despised so much,
They found their way, you're locked in.

The mice danced, in all lightness,
Free from its mockery, and its cruelties,
The big rat in a cage, regretted his misdeeds,
And the time of forgiveness, counterfeit pretenses.

Big rat, too proud, you attracted attention,
Now trapped, it's too late for forgiveness,
The little mice, whom you despised so much,
They found their way, you're locked in.

The big rat, in tears, understood his arrogance,
That kindness and humility are true alliances,
But locked up forever, without hope of clemency,
He meditated on his errors, in immense silence.

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The arrogant old owl

In the thick forest, an old owl sat enthroned,
From the top of his tree, he watched and criticized,
A self-proclaimed wise man, he refused any progress,
Because for him, only his knowledge deserved respect.

Old owl, so proud, you think you are so learned,
You judge and analyze, looking down on passers-by,
From the top of your tree, you hold the truth,
But in your ivory tower, you are very isolated.

Arrogant owl, fallen from your perch,
The lightning reminded you that you must know how to see well,
Ask for help, but no one will come,
You are the wise one, so find your own way.

You despise the little animals down there,
Their efforts and their dreams, you pulverize them,
For you, old owl, only your knowledge unravels,
But your arrogance leads you to real defeat.

Arrogant owl, fallen from your perch,
The lightning reminded you that you must know how to see well,
Ask for help, but no one will come,
You are the wise one, so find your own way.

One day, Lady storm, in the forest falls,
Lightning strikes your tree, and throws you down,
On the damp ground, you, the old fallen sage,
You ask for help, but no one comes.

Arrogant owl, fallen from your perch,
The lightning reminded you that you must know how to see well,
Ask for help, but no one will come,
You are the wise one, so find your own way.

The animals around, look at you in silence,
They remember your words, your criticism and your arrogance,
They tell you gently, with a touch of sarcasm,
“You are the wise one, so find the key to your slump.”

Arrogant owl, fallen from your perch,
The lightning reminded you that you must know how to see well,
Ask for help, but no one will come,
You are the wise one, so find your own way.

Old owl, down, you finally understand,
That humility and listening are endless treasures,
But now alone, faced with your dismay,
You must find the strength to get up this time.

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The arrogant deer

In a dense forest, a majestic deer bellowed,
From his herd, he chose his does, the one he would kiss,
Coupling, here and there, without regard for feelings,
He was the king, handsome and strong, with an empty and vehement heart.

Great deer, your beauty is dazzling but you are proud,
Your antlers are imposing, but your pride is over,
You walk with your head held high, among the waiting deer,
They hope for your love, under your sparkling presence.

Arrogant deer, you ignore wounded hearts,
Your beauty attracts the jealous and narrow-minded,
A day will come when you will pay for your vanity,
For the forest whispers, and dangers unfold.

The deer sigh, in the shadow of your domination,
They dream of a sincere love, far from your pretension,
But you, superb deer, you only see your splendor,
Ignoring the whispers, the desires and the fears.

Arrogant deer, you ignore wounded hearts,
Your beauty attracts the jealous and narrow-minded,
A day will come when you will pay for your vanity,
For the forest whispers, and dangers unfold.

A clear morning, in the silence of the woods,
You stand proud, contemplating the sky, without emotion,
But a blow rings out, shattering your peace,
A skilled hunter aims at you, and your greatness collapses, erased.

Arrogant deer, you ignore wounded hearts,
Your beauty attracts the jealous and narrow-minded,
A day will come when you will pay for your vanity,
For the forest whispers, and dangers unfold.

The earth trembles under your weight, as you fall,
The leaves quiver, and your life darkens in shadow,
By wanting to shine too much, you attracted madness,
Jealous and foolish people, who sealed your life.

Arrogant deer, you ignore wounded hearts,
Your beauty attracts the jealous and narrow-minded,
A day will come when you will pay for your vanity,
For the forest whispers, and dangers unfold.

In the silent glade, your reign is complete,
Beauty is fleeting, and wisdom an invaluable treasure,
May your story remind, to those who want to listen,
That humility and love are the true keys to eternity.

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The mighty bear

In a distant forest, a mighty bear lived,
Kind and tender, his love everywhere he exhibited,
His immense strength was a treasure and his burden,
Because he crushed everyone he saw, rabbit or fox cub.

Huge bear, with a heart so big and generous,
You dream of hugging rabbits, fawns under the skies,
But your strength is too great for their delicacy,
And in your powerful arms, their lives fade away quickly.

Mighty bear, why is the world like this?
May your kindness cause pain and regret,
Rabbits and fawns are too fragile, it’s true,
But your love, oh bear, is no less perfect.

You walk in the forest, with tears in your eyes,
With a heart heavy with sorrow, under a sky that is far too blue,
You find it unfair that your strength is a curse,
When all you want is to offer affection.

Mighty bear, why is the world like this?
May your kindness cause pain and regret,
Rabbits and fawns are too fragile, it’s true,
But your love, oh bear, is no less perfect.

Animals hide, fearing your embrace,
They don't understand your heart, your too many complaints,
You, noble bear, cry under the twinkling stars,
Looking for a way of loving that is more beneficial.

Mighty bear, why is the world like this?
May your kindness cause pain and regret,
Rabbits and fawns are too fragile, it’s true,
But your love, oh bear, is no less perfect.

A wise owl sees you, and with gentleness says to you,
"Generous bear, your strength is also your beauty,
Learn to love with delicacy and wit,
So that your tenderness is finally accepted."

In the enchanted forest, the bear finds his way,
He learns to love, with gentleness, finally,
His strength becomes a gift, an unparalleled treasure,
And the little animals snuggle up, without any more harm.

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The Asian hornet

At the top of the hive, an Asian hornet reigned,
Ruthless leader, through fear and terror, he governed,
Every day his army went into devastation,
Destroying beauty, sowing desolation.

Powerful hornet, at the head of your hive,
Your orders are clear, your stings are cruel,
Invasive pest, at the top of the old hemlock,
You violate the laws of eternal Nature.

Asian hornet, you sting, you sting
Frantic vermin, you think you are invincible,
But Nature is strong, and always unpredictable,
At the top of your branch, surrounded by your soldiers,
The day will come when you will fall.
Asian hornet, you sting, you sting

From flower gardens to peaceful hives,
Your army attacks everything, leaving chaos and panic,
You do not see the anger of the trees and the rivers,
Who whisper softly, "Our vengeance will be severe."

Asian hornet, you sting, you sting
Frantic vermin, you think you are invincible,
But Nature is strong, and always unpredictable,
At the top of your branch, surrounded by your soldiers,
The day will come when you will fall.
Asian hornet, you sting, you sting

The bees tremble, the flowers fade,
Under your dark reign, profane light,
But Nature prepares, silent and serene,
To overthrow your power, to overthrow your queen.

Asian hornet, you sting, you sting
Frantic vermin, you think you are invincible,
But Nature is strong, and always unpredictable,
At the top of your branch, surrounded by your soldiers,
The day will come when you will fall.
Asian hornet, you sting, you sting

A wind rises, bringing a new storm,
The trees stand upright, the rivers sing at the top of their lungs,
Your hive wavers, your power wavers,
Under the assault of Nature, which repairs its debts.

Asian hornet, you sting, you sting
Frantic vermin, you think you are invincible,
But Nature is strong, and always unpredictable,
At the top of your branch, surrounded by your soldiers,
The day will come when you will fall.
Asian hornet, you sting, you sting

Nature takes back its rights, in a majestic dance,
The hornet falls, victim of its own pernicious arrogance,
The forest is reborn, the flowers smile again,
And the nice hives find peace, under a beautiful sky.

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The mosquito and the monk

A mosquito was born, fragile and sickly,
His instinct guided him, in his primitive dream,
Seeking to feed, reproduce, it is predicted,
Unaware that within him lay danger, contempt.

Carefree mosquito, your wings beat without fear,
You follow your path, from prey to prey, without complaint,
Looking for blood, to survive and thrive,
Without knowing that your injection could turn everything upside down.

Little mosquito, you fly without thinking,
But your bite brings a dire future,
The old monk has fallen, victim of your voracity,
With him, so much wisdom and humanity.

Under the light of the moon you find your prey,
An old monk, serene, devoted to his laws,
You prick it without hesitation, your belly fills,
But the disease in you begins its ignoble tale.

Little mosquito, you fly without thinking,
But your bite brings a dire future,
The old monk has fallen, victim of your voracity,
With him, so much wisdom and humanity.

The monk falls ill, too old to fight,
His strength is running out, his life is beginning to fade away,
With him, years of wisdom, kindness,
Vanish in silence, tamed fragility.

Little mosquito, you fly without thinking,
But your bite brings a dire future,
The old monk has fallen, victim of your voracity,
With him, so much wisdom and humanity.

The people he helped, now abandoned,
Sinking into chaos, their hopes snatched away,
The house of cards collapses, the good people unhappy,
All because of a mosquito, an unconscious killer.

Little mosquito, you fly without thinking,
But your bite brings a dire future,
The old monk has fallen, victim of your voracity,
With him, so much wisdom and humanity.

Little mosquito, in your blind quest for life,
You sowed death, without ever understanding the noises,
Wisdom and love, extinguished by your sting,
Remember that even the smallest can cause the biggest injuries.

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Rabbits

In a green meadow, lived a couple of rabbits,
Their overflowing love, their endless maternal instinct,
They reproduced, with insatiable ardor,
But famine was coming, an unbearable pain.

The prolific rabbits, their family grew,
Little ones everywhere, every day new ones jumped,
But the meadow, although vast, no longer had enough carrots,
The hungry rabbits ate the grass and pale roots.

Carefree rabbits, think of your offspring,
Moderate your ardor, preserve nature,
Begging will not save your destiny,
Wisdom and moderation are the key to prosperity.

Everywhere they went, crying over their fate,
Asking for carrots, begging for help, again,
But the fields were empty, the reserves exhausted,
Their growing numbers were becoming a problem to be avoided.

Carefree rabbits, think of your offspring,
Moderate your ardor, preserve nature,
Begging will not save your destiny,
Wisdom and moderation are the key to prosperity.

Their neighbors listened to them, compassionate but helpless,
Their own resources were also becoming depleted,
If the rabbits had thought, and moderated their passion,
They would have found balance, instead of deprivation.

Carefree rabbits, think of your offspring,
Moderate your ardor, preserve nature,
Begging will not save your destiny,
Wisdom and moderation are the key to prosperity.

The rabbits learned this disastrous lesson too late,
That excess and greed often lead to destruction,
If only they had listened to wise counsel,
They could have lived happily, under a tender sun.

Carefree rabbits, think of your offspring,
Moderate your ardor, preserve nature,
Begging will not save your destiny,
Wisdom and moderation are the key to prosperity.

Little bunnies, remember this story,
That moderation and wisdom are your only two hopes,
To live in harmony and peace with nature,
Moderate your enthusiasm, for a more secure future.

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The fox and the peacock

In a lush forest, in the heart of the clearing,
There lived a cunning fox, with fur of gold and light,
Not far away, a majestic peacock spread its feathers,
Constantly strutting, proud of his mist adornment.

The fox, clever, admired in silence,
The dazzling beauty of the peacock, its insolence,
Every morning, the peacock danced under the rays of the sun,
While the fox watched, hidden in his sleep.

O peacock, so proud, your beauty makes you blind,
Don't you see the danger lurking, the cows mooing?
Vanity attracts attention, but also traps,
Be careful of your pride, or your blood will stain the snow.

One day, the peacock, sure of himself, ventured out,
Out of the clearing, far from its habitat,
The fox followed him, his eyes shining with mischief,
Knowing that the pride of the peacock would indeed be his delight.

O peacock, so proud, your beauty makes you blind,
Don't you see the danger lurking, the cows mooing?
Vanity attracts attention, but also traps,
Be careful of your pride, or your blood will stain the snow.

The peacock, distracted by its reflection in a pond,
Didn't see the fox approaching, perfect little hiker,
With a leap, the fox seizes him, his cunning triumphant,
The peacock realized too late that its beauty was shattered under the powerful jaw.

O peacock, so proud, your beauty makes you blind,
Don't you see the danger lurking, the cows mooing?
Vanity attracts attention, but also traps,
Be careful of your pride, or your blood will stain the snow.

The fox left, the peacock abandoned,
Having learned that prudence is better than beauty,
The peacock, stripped of its feathers, returned to the clearing,
Humiliated, but wiser, cut into strips.

O peacock, so proud, your beauty makes you blind,
Don't you see the danger lurking, the cows mooing?
Vanity attracts attention, but also traps,
Be careful of your pride, or your blood will stain the snow.

Beauty and pride are often golden traps,
Wisdom and humility must guide our thoughts,
Because if pride leads us to believe ourselves invincible,
The fall will only be more rapid and irreversible.

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The stork and the heron

Near a quiet marsh, a haven of peace,
There lived a stork, elegant and proud in secret,
Not far away, a heron, just as noble and wise,
Observed his surroundings, watching his shore.

The stork, slender, strutted on one leg,
Raising her beak high, like a scarlet queen,
The heron, patient, with his sharp eye,
Saw in her a rival to watch closely.

Big stork, so beautiful, your look makes you float,
But remember to be careful, or you might fall,
The world is full of dangers, even for the most graceful,
Stay vigilant, or else you will lose everything under the blue skies.

One day, a prey lured the stork away,
A golden fish, shining in a corner,
The heron, cautious, remained at a good distance,
Sensing the danger behind this chance.

Big stork, so beautiful, your look makes you float,
But remember to be careful, or you might fall,
The world is full of dangers, even for the most graceful,
Stay vigilant, or else you will lose everything under the blue skies.

The stork dived, wings wide open,
But a trap awaited, a very expert ruse,
The fish was just a shiny bait,
For a sneaky trap that squeezed her slowly.

Big stork, so beautiful, your look makes you float,
But remember to be careful, or you might fall,
The world is full of dangers, even for the most graceful,
Stay vigilant, or else you will lose everything under the blue skies.

The heron, wise, approached without noise,
Freeing the stork, bringing it back to life,
She then learned, humility and respect,
That beauty without wisdom often leads to regret.

Big stork, so beautiful, your look makes you float,
But remember to be careful, or you might fall,
The world is full of dangers, even for the most graceful,
Stay vigilant, or else you will lose everything under the blue skies.

Beauty and grace are not always enough,
It also takes wisdom to avoid detours,
For in the great swamp of unforeseen life,
Caution is the key to staying in sight.

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The crow and the fox

In a deep forest, where shadows dance,
There lived a crow, full of malice,
Not far away, a fox, cunning and wise,
Observed the behavior of this merciless bird.

The crow, mocking, perched on a tree,
Sneering at animals, causing trouble, chiseling marble,
She mocked the rabbit, humiliated the hedgehog,
Reducing to nothing, their peace and their reason.

Dark crow, so black, your wickedness consumes you,
Don't forget that the wind turns and sums up,
Life is a mirror, what you send comes back,
Your merciless actions will come back to you tomorrow.

The fox, observing, was struck by an idea,
Deciding to show the crow the ways of regret,
He pretended to be hurt, weak and vulnerable,
Attracting the crow, into a remarkable trap.

Dark crow, so black, your wickedness consumes you,
Don't forget that the wind turns and sums up,
Life is a mirror, what you send comes back,
Your merciless actions will come back to you tomorrow.

The crow approached, thinking of triumph,
But the fox, lively, got up with a delighted leap,
He caught the crow, showing him his cunning,
Malice has its limits, and evil abuses them.

Dark crow, so black, your wickedness consumes you,
Don't forget that the wind turns and sums up,
Life is a mirror, what you send comes back,
Your merciless actions will come back to you tomorrow.

The crow, ashamed, understood the lesson,
The fox released her, offering her forgiveness,
She then learned the value of kindness,
That gratuitous cruelty only leads to distress.

Dark crow, so black, your wickedness consumes you,
Don't forget that the wind turns and sums up,
Life is a mirror, what you send comes back,
Your merciless actions will come back to you tomorrow.

The forest regained its peace and sweetness,
The crow, transformed, then sowed flowers,
Because gratuitous wickedness never has any profit,
And it is goodness that lights up our lives.

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The company of wolves

In a distant valley, where the sky is blue,
Lived a company, with ambitious wolves,
They prospered without framework, without law or barrier,
Abusing the sheep, without any manners.

The wolves built factories, without caring,
Consequences for the valley, damage caused,
The sheep, naive, followed the flock,
Unaware that their future depended on these evils.

Great wolves, your greed will lead you to ruin,
Because a society without rules ends up being clever,
Nature will take revenge, for abuses and wrongs,
And what you sow, then will you reap.

The wolves sold unhealthy and toxic products
Promising the sheep an idyllic life,
The sheep ate, without question,
Ignoring the dangers of their consumption.

Great wolves, your greed will lead you to ruin,
Because a society without rules ends up being clever,
Nature will take revenge, for abuses and wrongs,
And what you sow, then will you reap.

One day the valley was shaken by a cry,
Poisoned rivers, destroyed fields,
The sheep began to understand reality,
That their blindness had led them to this fate.

Great wolves, your greed will lead you to ruin,
Because a society without rules ends up being clever,
Nature will take revenge, for abuses and wrongs,
And what you sow, then will you reap.

The wolves were confronted with a great rebellion,
The sheep, awake, demanded compensation,
The valley came back to life, the laws were established,
The wolves finally learned the value of fairness.

Great wolves, your greed will lead you to ruin,
Because a society without rules ends up being clever,
Nature will take revenge, for abuses and wrongs,
And what you sow, then will you reap.

The valley prospered, in harmony and law,
The reeducated wolves, the sheep, benefited far from these polecats,
Because a just society is founded on love,
And not about greed, which devours every day.

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The fox and the hedgehog

In a deep forest, where light reigned,
There lived a miserly fox, attached to his stones,
He stored up treasures, riches and gold,
Never sharing, thinking of still surviving.

The fox, one day, came across a hedgehog,
Who lived simply and without much pretension,
“Why are you hoarding more and more of this gold, fox?”
“To be powerful, to shine ever more and more.”

Miserly fox, your wealth is an illusion,
Because without sharing and love, it leads you to error,
One day you will see, when the forest dies out,
That greed will leave you alone in the cold.

The fox laughed loudly, at the hedgehog's wisdom,
Ignoring his words, continuing his mission,
He hid his treasures, in dark caverns,
Not seeing that his life was becoming a grave.

Miserly fox, your wealth is an illusion,
Because without sharing and love, it leads you to error,
One day you will see, when the forest dies out,
That greed will leave you alone in the cold.

A harsh winter hit the forest,
The animals were suffering, seeking to warm themselves,
The fox, isolated, surrounded by his possessions,
Realized too late that he had lost his loved ones.

Miserly fox, your wealth is an illusion,
Because without sharing and love, it leads you to error,
One day you will see, when the forest dies out,
That greed will leave you alone in the cold.

The hedgehog survived, thanks to his friends,
Sharing the heat, and the pale roots,
The fox, destitute, mourned his illusion,
Finally understanding the hedgehog's lesson.

Miserly fox, your wealth is an illusion,
Because without sharing and love, it leads you to error,
One day you will see, when the forest dies out,
That greed will leave you alone in the cold.

The forest came back to life when spring returned,
The fox, changed, shared his possessions,
Because true wealth is not in amassed gold,
But in love and mutual aid, which makes us last better.

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The tortoise and the hare

In a distant wood, where the day is mild,
There lived a turtle, with a proud and weird heart,
She thought she was a queen, in her little world,
Disdainful of advice, ignorant and filthy.

The hare, modest, worked tirelessly,
Cultivating his fields, helping around without panache,
“Why do you go to so much trouble, hare?”
“To live simply, without pride or rival.”

Fat, vain turtle, your pride is a veil,
It hides the beauty of things from you, leads you to disarray,
One day you will see, when the test comes under the pale stars,
That vanity will leave you alone in the cold.

The tortoise laughed loudly, at the hare's work,
Ignoring his efforts, living better in his fever,
She paraded constantly, intoxicated by her brilliance,
Not seeing that his life was fading away in blabla.

Fat, vain turtle, your pride is a veil,
It hides the beauty of things from you, leads you to disarray,
One day you will see, when the test comes under the pale stars,
That vanity will leave you alone in the cold.

A terrible storm struck the region,
The fields were drowned, the shelters swept away,
The hare, well prepared, found a safe refuge,
The turtle, distraught, looked for help, without a wall.

Fat, vain turtle, your pride is a veil,
It hides the beauty of things from you, leads you to disarray,
One day you will see, when the test comes under the pale stars,
That vanity will leave you alone in the cold.

The hare welcomed, the tortoise in distress,
Offering him shelter, warmth and beautiful tenderness,
The turtle finally understood his lesson,
And thanked the hare, in all humility, without ambition.

Fat, vain turtle, your pride is a veil,
It hides the beauty of things from you, leads you to disarray,
One day you will see, when the test comes under the pale stars,
That vanity will leave you alone in the cold.

The forest came back to life with the arrival of spring,
The tortoise and the hare, together, shared time,
Because true beauty is not in appearance,
But in humility, love and kindness.

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The monkey and the parrot

In a dense jungle, where songs resonate,
There lived a greedy monkey, with too great desires,
He gathered fruit, never sharing,
Thinking only of himself, forgetting goodness.

The wise parrot, observed in silence,
Sharing his seeds, with proud elegance,
“Why do you accumulate, monkey, so many of these beautiful fruits?”
“To be rich and powerful, and to reign without enemies.”

Sad greedy monkey, your wealth is a trap,
It binds you to selfishness, locks you on a merry-go-round,
One day you will see, when famine hits,
That greed will leave you, alone and speechless.

The monkey laughed loudly, at the generosity of the parrot,
Ignoring his advice, pursuing his plans,
He hid his provisions, in dark hiding places,
Not seeing that his life was becoming a massacre.

Sad greedy monkey, your wealth is a trap,
It binds you to selfishness, locks you on a merry-go-round,
One day you will see, when famine hits,
That greed will leave you, alone and speechless.

A relentless drought struck the entire jungle,
The animals were suffering, struggling to survive without this fruit source,
The monkey, isolated, surrounded by his rotten fruits,
Realized too late that he was living in a scum.

Sad greedy monkey, your wealth is a trap,
It binds you to selfishness, locks you on a merry-go-round,
One day you will see, when famine hits,
That greed will leave you, alone and speechless.

The parrot survived, thanks to all his friends,
Sharing resources, and rare fruits,
The monkey, helpless, cried over his illusion,
Finally understanding the lesson of the parrot, without confusion.

Sad greedy monkey, your wealth is a trap,
It binds you to selfishness, locks you on a merry-go-round,
One day you will see, when famine hits,
That greed will leave you, alone and speechless.

The jungle regained its splendor, with the return of the rains,
The monkey, changed, shared his fruits,
Because true wealth is not in accumulation,
But in sharing, love and collaboration.

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