The Last Letter from the Gardener (or a New Beginning)
The morning came for the traveler to return to his hometown. His bag was packed with the magical basket “Pz” and many “Fruits of Words.” “Thank you so much, Gardener. I will never forget what I learned in this garden as long as I live.”
The gardener (usasin) handed a letter to the traveler. “Read this when you feel like you’re losing your way. And please, share it with our friends all over the world.”
When the traveler returned to his village and opened the letter in the square, it read:
“Dear Friend, The secret to keeping a garden beautiful isn’t a special skill; it’s ‘being there every day.’ On sad days and happy days alike, keep sowing the seeds of words. Even if they don’t sprout right away, your thoughts in sixteen languages will surely melt into the soil and become the nourishment that saves someone’s tomorrow. Every time you open this basket (Pz), remember that you are not alone. For we are under the same sky, tilling the same kindness in different tongues.”
As the traveler finished reading and looked up, tiny iridescent lights began to overflow from the pockets of the villagers. It was the signal that new gardens were being born all over the world.
Back in the far-off “Pz’s Garden,” the gardener took a new seed in his hand, with Peri the cat and Tetsu the dog by his side. “Now, what kind of words shall we grow next?” The end is always the best beginning.
