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The Flower

Once there was a great lover of nature, who had a beautiful garden filled with the lovely flowers of the world. He was a kind soul, and always gave flowers to the children, supply them for parties, and all sorts of occasions. One summer, the doctor ordered him to spend his vacation in the country as his health was declining.

 

When he returned, the garden was neglected. The flowers were all but gone. In a few corners there were small white roses still blooming. He gazed at them thoughtfully.

 

One morning a flower was missing, and he began to weep.

“Tell me grandfather, why do you cry?  I remember when, in the spring you would put flowers and give them to everyone now you make a fuss over one little flower.”

 

“Yes, little one, there’s a difference between then and now. The bright sun and the fruitful earth would bring masses of flowers then. One flower would wither and 10 more would take its place. Today the beautiful garden is gone. So when one flower disappears now there was no other to replace it and the loss is very great.”

 

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