108 JANUARY 



THE MILKY WAY 



strange stolen beloved unkindness 

 changeful 



Poor Lindu wept. 



From her tears sprang the little brooks. 



The birds tried to comfort her. 



Then they flew away. 



They built their nests in all kinds of strange 

 places. 



Many an egg was lost. 



Many a baby bird was stolen. 



And all because Lindu did not help the birds. 



Then the winds took pity on Lindu. 



They lifted her gently from the ground. 



They carried her to the sky. 



And there she still lives. 



Her bridal veil spreads from one end of the 

 sky to the other. 



Lift your eyes to the Milky Way. 



It is Lindu in her bridal dress. 



From there she directs her beloved birds. 



From there she waves her white hand to the 

 Northern Light. 



She has forgotten his unkindness. 



