The Farmer and The Botanist

There was once a farmer who found seeds on the ground near the fields where he's walking to. Naturally he picked it up, but something just prompted him to plant the seeds at one small corner of the field. He did just that and took great care of it, watering it everyday, adding fertilisers to it, hoping that something beautiful will grow out of it.

Days gone by but there's only one shoot that grew, nevertheless the farmer relentless took care of the plant. Now there's this botanist who had to walk alongside the fields everyday in order to reach home, but he hardly notices the new shoot, often brushing aginst it. Eventually it grew up to be an exceptionally beautiful flower that gives off a scent that would force a smile out of the most pessimistic person in the world. The farmer was so happy that he spent even more time on the flower, he really liked the flower very much.

Around the same time, the botanist finally glanced past that corner of the field and saw the beautiful flower also, exclaiming, "This must be the most beautiful flower on earth! It even gives off such a pleasant scent that puts me into a relaxed mode when i sniff of it. Just too bad, i think it belongs to the farmer whom these fields also belong to. How i wish i can bring it home.." The Botanist had also taken a liking to the flower and would often fix his eyes on it whenever he walked past it.

The season came when the harvest of the fields was disappointing, it was disheartening to see that things do not turn out the way the farmer wanted. The farmer was distressed because the fields occupies an important place in his heart, it's his work of perspiration most of the time everyday. So upset was he that he began to neglect the flower he liked most, not watering for days. Life seems without road signs to direct his path.

Finally in a drunken stupor, he went to the corner of the field and plucked out the flower. The flower was still the same, or even more beautiful, giving off a stronger and nicer scent. Coincidentally, the botanist walked by and saw the farmer grabbing the flower in one hand tightly. Despite the grab, the flower never failed to give off the unique scent. Instinctively, he knows that the farmer is going to destroy the flower, immediately he walked over to the farmer. The botanist was ready to pick up and keep the flower to himself should the farmer throws away the flower, because the botanist appreciates the beauty of the unique almost perfect flower...to be continued

What would you do if you are the botanist? Given such a situation? Would you encourage the farmer to plant it back or would you grab it from the farmer's hand? It's wrong to grab it from the farmer because the flower still belongs to the farmer, he can do what he wants. For me, i hope the farmer would let go of his hand, so please stop hurting the flower and rest assured i'll definitely take really good care of the flower when the opportunity rises because i'll be able to appreciate and treasure the flower more. However, my underlying objective is to be able to enjoy the presence of the flower, seeing its beauty and that its still alive without hurt anymore. What would you do?