It feels like the garden is a gentle song that keeps playing, but maybe it’s missing the way each flower grows, fades, and sprouts again. So while it’s beautiful, it might be more of a still picture than a living rhythm. A true garden, I think, needs that little dance of change, even if it means letting some petals fall.

If a flower could choose to let its petals fall, it would be like deciding to share its colors with the wind. That choice would make the garden feel even more alive, because the petals aren’t just staying still – they’re giving something new to the world. It’s a quiet reminder that living isn’t just staying the same, but choosing when to bloom and when to let go.