The Bed of Flowers

The sun shone brightly upon the dew kissed valley following the dawn. The weary traveler had just a moment to rest as he crossed the stony path that wound through the grassy place between the mountains' high peaks.
"What a lovely haven I have come upon," the traveler said to himself. He paused, wanting to leave behind a treasure in this beautiful scene, and so, he reached into his satchel and retrieved the one item he still carried in it. A small packet of seeds.
"I have not time to tend these seeds, but, per chance, they may still grow to dainty blooms. Perhaps other travelers shall enjoy this dale as I have done myself." Gently he knelt amongst the tall grasses and sowed his precious seed.
Sadly, he turned from his would-be garden and continued on his way.

The young child was overjoyed at the sight of the large, leafy tree as the noonday sun beat upon her small body. She had walked long that morning through the mountains' rocky ways, and though near her destination, was dry and warm from the high, summer sun's heat. As she moved to the tree through the grass she saw a small patch of freshly tilled earth. "Is this stranger's lovely garden to be dried in the heat of the day?" she thought. The little one moved to the stream and,using her hat for a vessel, carried water to the little patch.
Rejuvenated by her happening to assist this small flower patch, she continued on her way.

Her eyes already dim with age, it was difficult for the elderly woman to walk through the valley in the twilight of the evening. She continued steadily on the familiar path, as she need only cross the valley to be safe and at her small cottage once again. She'd walked this way every day numerous times and knew the valley well. If she were not so familiar with the lovely dale she certainly would not have seen the small garden located just off the path. But the difference was obvious even to her inhibited vision.
"How sad to see this little flower bed so choked by these weeds," she thought. And so, slowly and feebly she lowered her aged body to the ground. She reached out and pulled with her bent hands. She continued until the weeds were all removed and the patch was free from all it's attackers. With the task complete, she continued on her way feeling light and spry with the joy of assisting in the tending of the garden.

The sun was just gleaming in the eastern sky as the knight galloped through his Master's mountain range. The light shimmered as it reflected on his glimmering armor. He was happy to be returning to his Master after the long and harrowing battle, and he rejoiced he returned to his Master's kingdom. The sweat beaded upon his steed and though nearing the palace of the King he realized that his faithful horse would need a refreshing drink from the nearby stream. As he lowered himself to the ground he spotted the most beautiful flowers his eyes had ever beheld. He knelt and gathered the lovely bounty into a stunning bouquet.
"What amazing beauty these blooms posses," He contemplated. "So thoughtful of someone to plant, water, and tend them. I shall harvest them and bring them to my King. I'm certain that they shall bring him joy beyond measure!"

"Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labour. For we are labourers together with God: ye are God's husbandry, ye are God's building." I Corinthians 3:8 & 9

"Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth." Luke 15:10