I walked today in the garden with my little child, where life sways softly without sound.
He came, and was curious, and calm, standing by a young tree and touching its buds as though in greeting.
I saw flowers growing silently, teaching patiently without speech. The powers of nature do not hurry, and yet all goes in due season. At that instant I realized just how children learn best by what they observe, not what they are told. The dirt, the leaves and the fragile petals had lessons in caring, growing and hoping.
These small moments last longer than days that never stop moving. In a child’s smile and the opening of a flower, I found peace, harmony, serenity, sanctuary.I also discovered a message.
