A Single Person Planting Seeds

When I was a child, our home had a small garden. We scattered seeds of balsam, moss roses, and dahlias. After planting, we watered them, dew settled, rain fell, and soon tiny sprouts appeared. Eventually, they bloomed into beautiful flowers.

But now, even when I visit my hometown, the gardens are gone. And with their disappearance, people’s hearts seem to have grown dry and desolate. In the city, who has space for a flower garden? The pace of modern life leaves little room for such beauty, and our hearts reflect that emptiness.

For flowers to bloom and gardens to grow, someone must plant the seeds. If no one does, there will be no flowers, no gardens. A world without them is barren—no bees, no fragrance. But even if just one person plants seeds in a neighborhood, that place begins to shine. It becomes a town of flowers.