mister pillar crooned

She leaned her back against the fence and took a palette of paints out from her bag.
Indeed she felt a surge of peace melting away every trace of pain and disappointment.
Unknowingly she began to doodle and the wind, her favorite companion began to speak.
Immediately her head hung down as if she is hiding from the wind.
"Get some some sleep and your tears will glitter like diamonds,
So that you can have renewed strength to face the world tomorrow."

"Dearest wind will you still be here tomorrow.
And how should I paint my future,
Will it always be with tears and sorrows?” little dwarf sighed.

"Here come a caterpillar,
Chippy chirpy chip,
My name is mister pillar
You can lean on me."

It marches proudly across the greenery singing its anthem.

"Who are you?” little dwarf asked with great curiosity.

"Everybody calls me mister pillar, and I love to sing” Mister pillar crooned

"I heard your conversation with Wind and I’m here to say you can paint yr own future.
First you picked up your brush..lallalalla..
Then you...choose your colour...daldladalda
And there u draw...so little dwarf just draw!" He sang and he exclaimed
"And remember, every time u paint a mistake you see it from an eyes of an artist-
That everything is precious and nothing is worthless.” he explained




"Your darkest hour is the brightest."-This is because the brightest spot is actually the darkest area on a negative film.
Quoted mister pillar...there he goes taking his leave, camping near the trees.