Dawn painted the sky.
There sat a creature (maybe a caterpillar), relaxing, eating for enjoyment, singing,
the oldest of the young, green.
A flower beside it, a violet, asked it: "What are you dreaming?"
"Of a red flower, me upon a golden mushroom beside it"
"What is red?"
"Well, it's your color, minus the blue of the sky."
"Am I pretty?" asked the flower.
The creature smiled broadly, in reply
"Thank you," said the flower.
The sky had now turned orange, and the creature sneezed, transforming into something hard to touch (maybe a butterfly, or a ghost?).
Rising above the garden's canopy into the carnival, the creature became lost, but heard a cry from below, "Come back again!"
Linear Translation
notation: pronunciation: /e/
me
morning/dawn/sunrise
'e
[painted] [the sky]
ne
(something) resting w/o sleeping
he
eating w/o nutrition
pe
singing (to no one)
che
old (of young)
le
green
ve
(a) flower/plant
the
purple
ge
(asked) What are you dreaming?
ke
(responding)(a) red (flower)
khe
(with me upon a) [mushroom]
fe
(of) yellow/gold
re
beside each other (one point of contact)
qe
(said the flower) What is that? (red)
ze
(responding) (what) you [are composed of]
je
minus/without/removing
be
blue [the sky]
te
(said the flower) Am I pretty?
she
(responding) smiling (not confident, but happy)
ye
[kiss, hug] "thank you" (non-sexual, but physical)
de
(in the sky was) orange [the sun]
se
[laughing/sneezing the garden's scent] [losing control], [transformation] (perhaps pheromones)
Color
