He had planted many kinds of flowers, knew their secrets, the meaning of their colors, he knew when the petals would be covered by the morning dew, when the flowers blossomed and exploded with all their beauty and majesty to give later on seeds. A harmonic cycle of life.
the flowers of his garden gave the gardener a great pleasure, as he saw them growing, blossoming into very special flowers, he felt satisfied with the fruits of his hard and patient work.
Nevertheless the love of the gardener, his dearly but never overwhelming care, the carefully choosen soil made the flowers very fragile.
One day the gardener, tired of fighting against the wild wind that blew outside in order to protect his beloved flowers, sat on the chair at the table inside his room and whispered. He needed some moments of peace. While looking at the cans he placed on the table, he took off some seeds and started to select them. Selecting the seeds he was going to plant always relaxed, but at the same time inspired him. He would carefully take in his palm each seed as if it was a baby, then would take one with his fingers and watch it closely under the light of the lamp, as wanting to discover all the hidden secrets and needs of the seed. Then he would think, this one needs light, this needs humidity and this other needs darkness. It was a way he selected them and imagined the hidden blossoming of those little, little seeds. And as a good creator he would design in his head the places where he would plant them and this gave him satisfaction and a smile in his face. Suddenly his fingers picked up a strange seed. It had a different shape and different color than the others. He looked at it attentively but didn't know what kind of seed it was, to which flower it belonged. So the gardener decided to take a special care for that seed and planted it separately. Everyday and during all day he would go to the new seedling that was coming out from the seed and couldn't get away from it. Each moment he discovered new secrets and was amazed by its beauty. It was a rare flower, which he decided to call the Tulip.
As the Tulip grew into a flower it enchanted the gardener with its beauty. It brought such a joy to his heart. More he was dazzled that he gave life to such a wonderful flower, yet so fragile to the touch. Yes he loved all his flowers but the Tulip he would seat and watch it endlessly, its bright colors and its charm; than he would water it and call it "sunshine ray".
The gardener had tought Tulip the song of life, a beautiful sweet melody that cheered up everyone's soul. Normal people could only feel sth unexplainable, a tenderness coming from the Tulip. only the Gardener and people with deep inner world could hear the song and let their souls to be cheered up.
One day the Gardener told Tulip: "My dear Sunray, I gave you life so that you can live it with or without me. I tought you the song of life so that you can sing it all the days with or without me, other souls need to be cheered up and you have so much to give."
And the TULIP continued to give love and to cheer up souls because it knew that whatever might happen, the gardener would always make sure that the TULIP would never stop singing its beautiful life song... and the tulip would never feel alone among other flowers
