small hands tilt the bowl,
watching the soil closely,
as if whispering hope
into the earth.

grains fall softly,
dark against light soil,
carrying wishes
too gentle for words.

the child’s gaze never leaves,
believing fully,
that what is given now
will return in time.

“肥” speaks of nourishment —
not excess,
but care that allows
life to grow strong.

watercolor captures
the joy of tending quietly,
where effort is guided
by trust in tomorrow.

perhaps growth begins here —
in giving patiently,
and waiting
with an open heart.