Once, in a vibrant garden of promise, dedicated hands had nurtured every seed through sun and storm. The season of harvest finally dawned, but it wasn't the gentle picking day many had dreamt of. A fierce wind swept in, shaking branches and scattering the easy pickings. Those who came with shallow baskets and fleeting patience found themselves lost in the swirl, leaving behind whispers of a barren land. 🌬

Yet, the gardeners, seasoned by the rhythms of nature, knew the storm's secret: it wasn’t chaos, but a chance to clear the weak and make way for the strong. The winds had pruned the garden in ways only the wise could see—fewer fruits, but richer, ripening in the wake of the tempest. 🍃

In the calm that followed, the garden stood resilient, roots dug deeper, branches reaching higher. The caretakers smiled knowingly, for they understood: the real bounty is always earned, never given. And as the first new sprouts broke the enriched soil, it was clear that the garden’s greatest bloom was still ah…