There is a small piece of land on the side of the road. The land has lost the faith that he can actually produce something through negligence and disrespect. One afternoon a small tree was planted by an unknown gardener. The soil, with the fertility of the millennium nurtured by its birth, caught up with its almost forgotten source of production.
Many are annoyed by the work of unknown gardeners along the way, many are worried, many are apprehensive .... In the midst of hundreds of obstacles and neglect, a group of people who did not give up, resolutely raised the small sapling with unimaginable skill and speed.
In that incredible and unimaginable journey of flowering, one day flowers blossomed in the tree. As it was a tree by the side of the road, everyone looked at it. It didn't matter. It would have been better if I had planted it. In the meantime, some people wanted to take the flower in their bag with empty hands or a mask.
Again, some people wanted the flower to be fine but the smell was not good or the smell was rotten. Apart from this, another group opened the account book and sat down to explain how much the flowers cost ... how much it cost.
The sapling that blossomed on the 5th is playing in the mind like everyone else today. Today, many people are walking around the flower tree with awkward nails to fill their pockets with blooming flowers
You have to save the flower today - you have to cut those dirty nails with a strong hand. In order to save the flower from the dust of the path and the gaze of shameless eyes, the heart touching rain of a lively cloud must be sent down through the chest of emotion.