By Bill Conley
Moral of the Story:
Each creature is one of a kind—no two are the same.
Like diamonds, every animal has a special shine.
Being different makes you valuable, not less.
You are treasured just as you are—no more, no less.
In the quiet clearing of Crystal
Glen, where sunlight filtered through tall trees and the air smelled of
honeysuckle and pine, lived a gentle young deer named Daisy.
Daisy loved mornings best—when the
world was soft and golden, and she could skip through the meadows, leaping over
puddles and chasing shadows made by clouds. She had velvety brown fur dotted
with soft white spots and eyes that sparkled like morning dew.
But even in such a beautiful place,
Daisy sometimes wondered if she was special.
“I wish I could run as fast as Lily
the Rabbit,” she sighed one day, watching her friend zip through the grass like
a tiny bolt of lightning.
Later, she heard Benny the Bluebird
sing a song so sweet and high that the flowers themselves seemed to sway in
rhythm.
“I’ll never sing like that,” Daisy
whispered.
She walked home slowly, her hooves
barely rustling the leaves.
That evening, Mama Deer noticed
Daisy was quiet.
“Something on your mind,
sweetheart?” Mama asked, brushing Daisy’s ears with her nose.
“I just don’t feel special,” Daisy
admitted. “Lily can run, Benny can sing, even Freddie the Frog can jump across
the river in two hops. I don’t do anything like that.”
Mama thought for a moment. Then she
smiled and said, “Come with me.”
She led Daisy to a small hill at the
edge of the woods where the sunlight hit the ground just right. In the middle
of a patch of grass lay a sparkling stone.
“What’s that?” Daisy asked.
“A diamond,” Mama replied. “One of
the forest’s rare treasures.”
Daisy stepped closer. The diamond
glittered with light from every angle, tiny rainbows dancing across its surface.
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
“Yes,” Mama said. “And do you know
what makes it even more amazing? No two diamonds are exactly the same. Everyone
has its own shape, its own shine, its own way of catching the light.”
Daisy blinked. “Really?”
Mama nodded. “Just like the animals
in this forest. Every creature is different. Some run, some sing, some hop,
some glide. But each is precious in their own way.”
Daisy looked back at the diamond.
“So… I don’t have to be like Lily or Benny or Freddie?”
“No, dear,” Mama said gently. “You
just need to be Daisy. That’s more than enough.”
The next day, Daisy joined her
friends by the stream.
They were playing a game called “What
Makes You Shine.”
Lily the Rabbit puffed out her
chest. “I shine when I run fast. I can race the wind!”
Benny the Bluebird flapped his
wings. “I shine when I sing. My songs make the day brighter.”
Freddie the Frog bounced in
excitement. “I shine when I leap across lily pads.”
They all turned to Daisy.
“What about you?” Lily asked.
Daisy paused, then smiled. “I shine
when I’m kind. When someone’s sad or quiet, I stay with them. I help them feel
better.”
Benny tilted his head. “That’s
important.”
Freddie nodded. “Really important.”
Lily smiled. “It is! I remember when
I hurt my paw and you brought me berries.”
Daisy blushed. “I just like
helping.”
Mama Deer, who had been nearby
picking herbs, called the friends over.
“I have something to show you,” she
said, and led them all to the same hilltop.
There, under the sunshine, lay the
diamond.
“It’s so shiny!” Benny chirped.
“Look how it sparkles!” Freddie
gasped.
Mama turned to the group. “What do
you think makes this diamond valuable?”
“It’s rare,” Lily said.
“It’s beautiful,” said Benny.
“It’s one of a kind,” said Daisy.
Mama smiled. “Exactly. And so are
each of you.”
The animals looked at each other.
“No two of us are the same,” Daisy
whispered. “But that’s a good thing.”
“That’s the best thing!” said
Freddie, hopping in a circle.
They all laughed.
Later that day, Daisy watched the
sky turn orange and pink as the sun dipped low. She didn’t wish to run faster
or sing better or leap farther. She just felt thankful to be her.
Because in a world full of wonderful
creatures, Daisy had discovered the diamond truth:
Every animal shines in their own
way.
Poem:
No diamond glows the same, you see,
Each shines with its own mystery.
So if you’re different, don’t feel small—
You’re the rarest gem of all.
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