It is a humble story about a boy that is handicapped and finds all the love in nature and he befriends a flower and a little girl.
It will teach children of all ages to appreciate the value and wisdom of nature and it will show them the simplicity of it all. Just go out and look around you and you will see all the beauty that mother earth has given to us and it's free.
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The Flower that could not talk
By Amos Knoll
AuthorHouseCopyright © 2010 Amos Knoll
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Chapter OneThe Boy
Once upon a time, in a land called Rosalia, there lived a little boy. His name was Addison. He was a quiet boy, not because he was unhappy, but because he could not talk. He had dark curly hair, large green eyes, and teeth as white as marble, with a natural smile upon his face. He loved to spend time outdoors, exploring nature and experiencing its beauty.
Addison would look out the window and watch all the kids play in the park. When he went to school, he would sit quietly in the classroom and watch all the kids sing, talk, and play.
He was happy inside, because he knew there is a purpose in life, even though he was only seven years old and did not yet understand his purpose.
One day, Addison went for a long walk to look at all the beauty that nature had to offer. He looked at the beautiful leafy trees, the bright yellow sun, and the puffy clouds that looked like sheep's wool in the sky. He looked at the feathered birds, the buzzing bees, and the butterflies with all the colors of the rainbow. And yes, he admired all the pretty, colorful flowers that nature had given to this scenic land called Rosalia.
How lovely it was to feel the soft summer breeze blowing against his face! When he was with Mother Nature, Addison had a smile so big that the entire world could feel the warmth of his happiness. He appreciated all the beautiful things that nature gives us for free. Step outside, take a deep breath, and smell the aromatic scents of nature. Enjoy it! Look at the pretty flowers and think of the rainbow, high in the sky. If you like, you can touch the silky leaves and the velvet flower petals. Observe the butterfly, flying gracefully with its colors flickering in the sunlight. It seems like the butterflies are speaking without spoken words, saying, "We are part of you. We are free!"
Yes, Addison was a happy boy, but he did not know how to share his happiness with his school friends or the neighborhood boys and girls. He wanted to share all the beauty of nature without a spoken word.
The Beauty of Real Nature
Addison saw many kids his age sitting for hours in front of the computer, playing video games, or watching television. They were not going out to play. They were not experiencing the beauty of Mother Nature.
Addison thought, How sad. How can I tell all the kids about the real beauty of nature that we are given for free? How will they know how a flower smells, or the softness of a flower's petals, or hear the little hummingbird humming its song to nature? How will they see the bumblebee taking the soft nectar of a flower to make honey for all of us to enjoy?
He thought, When you watch television, you can't touch or smell the flower. You can't feel the soft summer breeze. If you stay indoors in the winter, you can't feel "Mr. Frosty" nipping at your nose or have a snowflake melt in your hand. You don't see the real color of the sky or a rainbow after a soft, warm rain. How sad that the other kids don't smell, see and touch real flowers or take the time to enjoy nature. All they do is watch a glass tube with colors and words, but no warmth, no taste or smell. How sad.
The Little Girl
One day, Addison saw a little girl sitting on the front porch of her home, reading a book. She had golden hair and the brightest blue eyes, just like the sky. He was smiling with his wide-open eyes. Not one word was spoken.
Addison looked at her and thought, I think she can be my friend. That little girl is looking at a book, and maybe she can see what I can see. Maybe she can smell what I smell, and maybe she can touch what I can touch.
As Addison walked toward the little girl, he stopped for a moment. The little girl with the golden hair looked up and smiled at him. She pointed to a picture in the book, a picture of a red flower with green leaves. Addison smiled back at her. He knew she could not talk, just like him.
Then, to his great surprise, the little girl said, "My name is Liya. Isn't this the most beautiful flower you've ever seen? What's your name?"
Addison smiled, putting one hand on his lips and pointed the other hand toward the meadow. Addison did not know what to say, because he could not talk.
Liya came down from the porch and walked with Addison into the meadow, where there were many red flowers with green leaves. They were all beautiful! In the meadow, Addison and Liya also saw yellow, pink, blue, and white flowers. They saw flowers of all the colors of the rainbow.
Liya smiled and knelt down to touch one of the flowers. She looked up at Addison and said with a very soft voice, "I have never touched a real flower before. That is so beautiful! I only saw them in my books."
Addison looked at Liya and smiled. She asked him, "Don't you know how to talk?"
He smiled, touched the flower, and placed his left hand on his lips. Liya understood, without a word being said, that Addison could not talk.
Learn from Books
You see, Liya had no television at home, nor did she have video games. Her parents taught her the joy of reading about all the beautiful things nature has to offer. But her mother and father went to work early in the morning and came home when it was night. Her parents told her to stay home when they were out. So, many times, all she could do was stay at home and read all her wonderful books.
Liya showed Addison the books about flowers, about the wind, about nature, about bees making honey, and about how people are all different and yet are all alike. With flowers you have big ones, small ones, white ones, orange ones, yellow ones ... They are like people, different, yet alike. How lucky we are that nature gave us such a variety of colors and people and flowers and trees and animals!
Addison was impressed as he looked at the books. He smiled even more. Liya was so happy that they could communicate with each other without saying a word.
They became friends. Addison would walk into the meadows with Liya every day, showing her the wonders of nature. And she would show him the wonders of books. They both learned from each other without a spoken word.
They would communicate just by looking at each other's eyes. They would smile and gesture to each other and nod their heads. They were the best of friends, in the best of times, without spoken words.
My Friend Is Gone
One day, Addison went over to Liya's house, but no one was home. He was sad. When Addison walked back home, his mother looked at him and asked, "Why are you sad?" His mother could see how he was feeling, without a spoken word.
He pointed toward Liya's home. His mother said that they moved away, to a different part of the country, to a big city. How sad he was! The girl he could communicate with, without spoken words, was gone.
Lost in the Forest
Sadly, Addison walked through the meadow and into the forest, thinking of his friend, Liya. How lovely it was to look at the flowers, the trees, the ladybugs, and the clouds in the sky-all the wondrous things that Mother Nature has given us. He so enjoyed reading books about nature with his friend, without one spoken word.
Addison did not realize how late it was getting. He did not notice how far he had walked. He had been thinking about Liya and all the beautiful things they had seen together: the morning sun with the mist covering the meadows, the butterflies that shimmered in the midday sun, and the colorful sunset in the sky.
As it began to get dark, Addison became concerned, not thinking of himself, but thinking of his mother and father, knowing they would worry about him. Addison was never late and was always responsible, showing his mother, on the clock, what time he would be back.
But Addison was tired, like any seven-year-old boy would be after a very long walk, and he sat down to rest next to an old oak tree. The tree must have been very old, because it was big and strong, big enough to give Addison cover in case of rain, and the little boy fell asleep.
When Addison woke up, it was dark. But he was not afraid, because he had read a lot about nature and spent so much time outdoors. He had come to understand that if you work with nature, it will protect you.
But he was concerned about his parents; he knew they would be worried for his safety. He knew that his parents did not know he could talk to nature without saying a word. They didn't know that nature talked back to him with sounds, smells, and colors. How lucky Addison was!
A Shining Light
As he looked into the darkness, Addison saw a dim red light flickering off to the side. He got up from his sitting position, where he had fallen asleep, and walked over to the light. There he found a flower with the most beautiful petals he had ever seen. It was changing colors in front of him, and he could feel a humming sound in his body, without an audible sound being made.
Addison walked over and just looked at this most wonderful flower. He felt like the flower was talking to him, but he knew that flowers were like him-they couldn't talk. Addison felt as though the flower was talking to him without spoken words.
He smiled and bent over to touch the flower. As he came closer, he could feel a warm, soft vibration coming from the flower and saw the flower's colors changing to pink, as though it were happy it had found a friend. The flower could feel all the love that Mother Nature gave to every living thing in this wonderful, beautiful world.
As Addison looked at the flower, he noticed that the flower kept changing colors as his own mood changed. When Addison thought about his parents, the flower turned orange. When he was thinking about his friend, Liya, the flower turned purple. Then it turned blue as he wondered if he would ever see Liya again.
Take the Flower that Could Not Talk
Now the boy was confused. The flower could feel his mood, and it was so beautiful that he did not know if he should take it with him. He wondered, If I pick the flower by the stem, will it live? Or will it wither away, like normal flowers?
As he was thinking with a deep consideration, knowing he would not want to hurt such an amazing gift from Mother Nature, he bent over to the flower and took a deep breath. The flower turned a tender soft pink, with a warm, soft vibration. It was as if the flower were saying to Addison without a word being spoken, "Take me with you and care for me. I'll be your friend forever."
Addison gently bent over and used his hand to dig the most unusual flower from the cool, brown dirt. Next, he took off his cap and filled it with the dirt. Then he gently planted the flower in his cap, roots and all. But poor Addison was still lost and did not know how to find his way home in the dark. As he looked around, he noticed that his new best friend, the beautiful flower, changed colors. When he turned right, he heard a noise like the sound of a wolf howling in the night, and the flower began flashing red, as if it were worried for Addison. But when he turned left and could see a little trail, the flower turned green and became brighter, lighting the way home.
On the way home, Addison looked up and saw a sky full of bright, shiny stars created by Mother Nature and gifted to all. Every star looked like a shimmering diamond, ready to light their way home.
As Addison walked with the flower in his hand, a bear jumped up right in front of them. It was tall, with big eyes and big claws. It was very large, growling and ready to attack. Addison was afraid. He looked at the flower, but the flower was still shining green, showing the way home. Then it glowed a warm, pink color with that same humming sound, giving Addison a peaceful feeling.
The boy looked the bear straight in the eye, without a sound. He was not afraid, because his friend, the flower, with its pink color of warmth and comfort, was showing him not to be afraid. As the bear looked him in the eye without a sound, the boy smiled, because he knew the flower would protect him if the bear were dangerous.
Addison gently set his friend, the most beautiful flower in the hat, down on the ground. At all times, he was looking into the bear's eyes and smiling.
Without a spoken word, the bear could sense that the boy was a friend of the flower from the forest. He saw that no harm had come to the most beautiful flower. Not one word was spoken, yet, as he saw the flower shining pink and heard its warm, soft humming sound, the bear knew that the boy was a friend of nature. The bear saw the dirt from the forest and the beautiful flower in the cap of the little boy. The bear went back slowly on its four paws and looked at the boy, as if to say, "Take care of my friend." All this happened without a spoken word.
Addison was not afraid, because he realized that we are all part of nature, and the bear was only trying to protect the flower. When the bear saw that the plant was warm and happy, the bear must have felt warm and comfortable, too; so he walked away. Not a word was spoken, but the color of the humming flower was understood.
As the flower and the stars lit the way home, the boy saw a deer lying on the ground. It was stuck under a branch and terribly afraid as the boy approached it. Addison looked into the deer's eyes. The deer wanted to run away, but it could not. The boy walked over and slowly lifted the big branch off the deer. The flower started to change colors, from red to purple to yellow. Then the color became gray.
As he lifted the branch, Addison saw blood coming from the deer's neck. But the deer was not afraid anymore. The little boy gently stroked the deer, took off his scarf, and wrapped it around the deer's neck. The little boy helped the deer get up from the ground, and as it did, you could see the flower change its color from gray to a warm, soft pink color. Yes, the flower could feel that the deer would be fine.
As the deer hopped away, it stopped to look at the boy, as if to say, "Thank you for helping me," without a word being spoken.
Yes, Addison was satisfied that he had helped a deer and that the bear was a friend. All this, without a word being spoken.
It was getting quite late at night, and out of the dark, he saw lightning and a big storm coming toward the forest. The wind started to howl. Leaves were flying all around, and the animals started to hide from the rain and the lightning. But Addison and the flower kept on walking, with the rain pouring down on them. The flower slowly turned blue, showing that it was cold. Then the rain started to wash away the dirt from the cap where Addison had planted the flower for their walk home.
Addison started to worry about the flower. What will happen if all the dirt is washed away? he wondered. This is special brown dirt from the forest. How will the flower survive?
As he looked at the flower with very little soil left, it started to turn grayish blue. The little boy started to worry even more. What can I do? My friend, the flower, needs my help! He looked at the flower as it started to dwindle and droop toward the ground, losing even the grayish blue color.
Now it started to blink a dark purple color and leaned closer to the ground. As Addison looked at the flower, he could see a little flicker of pink come and go, as if it were a heartbeat in its last beats and saying good-bye to the world and its best friend.
Addison stopped by an old tree that must have been more than one hundred years old. It stood strong against the rain and the storm. He sat down in the umbrella of the tree branches and protected the flower from the stormy rain and wind. The cap was all wet, and the dirt was gone. It only contained a little water. He gently put the flower and the cap down on the ground. He saw the flower leaning to the ground, wilted and sad. Then Addison realized that perhaps he could save the flower by putting fresh dirt into the cap, so he did. But this did not help much.
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Table of Contents
ContentsTABLE OF CONTENTS....................5
THE BEAUTY OF REAL NATURE....................11
THE LITTLE GIRL....................13
LEARN FROM BOOKS....................17
MY FRIEND IS GONE....................21
LOST IN THE FOREST....................23
A SHINING LIGHT....................27
TAKE THE FLOWER THAT COULD NOT TALK....................29
THE FLOWER IS GONE....................41
HIS MOTHER'S HAND....................47
THE OLD WOODSMAN....................49
THE FLOWER LEGEND....................51
TO THE BIG CITY....................53
THE GIRL WITH THE BLOND HAIR....................57
FINDING THE WAY BACK HOME....................59
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
My 8-year old daughter read this book to me in one night before going to bed. She was really captivated by the book, and the lessons learned by the young boy who loved to explore nature and appreciate its beauty. One thing I know is that children are the best critics- they are honest about their options, and my daughter's opinion was thumbs up. She read the book to me in one sitting and did not put it down until she was finished reading the entire book. We discussed what her thoughts were about the book. She felt that it was a lovely story and she was intrigued by the boy's adventures in the woods, and how he interacted with other children and creatures in the forest. My daughter recommended the book to her friends and to her 10-year old brother. My son liked the book as well and finished reading it in one night.
Excellent book for children of all ages. Helps child to learn about beauty of nature, right and wrong and most importantly it teaches young person about perseverance and viewing any challenging situation as an opportunity to find a solution. Very well written and wonderfully illustrated. Highly recommend. This story is nicely written and I am searching for other books from this author.
I really enjoyed this book. It really teaches children to step away from the inside and appreciate the outside. My son who is 9 loved it and thought it was beautiful. The pictures were also really beautiful.
and all the more amazing since it was written by a man, Amos Tuvia Knoll, who is a convicted felon listed in the dockets of Oakland County Michigan Circuit Court. He has also been barred from mortgage and real estate work by losing his broker's license for fraud. Interesting how his personal views are so at odds with his actions in life. I would be interested in reading other fiction books by this author.
"The Flower That Could Not Talk" is a beautiful and touching story that is perfect for parent/child time or for the reading child to enjoy on their own. Author Amos Knoll shares the importance and joy of experiencing nature and friendship through the heartwarming story about a mute little boy who discovers that he can communicate with a flower when he gets lost in the woods. He and the flower have several adventures together and learn some interesting lessons. The illustrations, by Hazel Mitchell, are exquisite and suit the story well. I highly recommend this book.
This is the loveliest books I ever read to my grand children. It reminds me of the old Hansel & Gretchen story from Hans Christian Anderson books when I was a little girl in Poland. I can guaranty you that you will love it. This story has no war no evil no good no bad no politics just the joy of life of a handicapped boy. It's just a simple old fashion love story of nature and love of life and how a seven year old boy named Addison learned to overcome his handicap and befriended a little girl named Liya who saw the world through books and a flower that was able to communicate moods in color. The story is beautiful illustrated with pictures that mach the wording, you can almost talk to the boy and feel what he feels. If you want to relax and read something warm read The Flower that could not talk. Next time you might look at nature differently. Personally I'm looking forward for the authors, Amos next three books. Thank you, Amos for reminding us how beautiful nature is and how the most beautiful things are free. You must read this book to your children they will love it and so will you. Its simple honest and lovely