He dropped a single seed into the neighbor’s barren patch and walked away. He never saw the sprout or the red petal that eventually bloomed. He didn’t need to. The harvest wasn’t for his eyes; it was for the joy of a stranger. Some seeds are planted for the soul.
Caroline is a writer and creative artist based in Nairobi, Kenya. She enjoys exploring life’s deeper meanings through storytelling, digital art, and traditional crafts.
So lovely!
lovely! Feel like this has the makings of a beautiful picture book. I appreciate the thematic continuity of this week’s stories.
Strong!
Lovely! Well done.