Once upon a time, in a quiet garden,
there was a small pink flower.
She felt lonely. No bees came to visit her.
“I wish I had some friends,” she sighed.

One sunny morning,a bee flew by.

“Hello!” said the flower.

“Why don’t you stop here?”The bee smiled.

“You don’t have much pollen or color,” said the bee kindly.

      The flower decided to change.She opened her petals wide.She danced in the wind.Next day, many bees came! The flower was happy. Now she was a real beefriendly flower!

- “That's true,” said the flower quietly, “but I'm trying my best.” The bee hovered thoughtfully for a moment.

- “Well,” she said, “you do have a nice scent.”

- The flower perked up a little. “

- Really?”

- “Yes!” buzzed the bee. “And you’ve opened your petals so beautifully. That takes courage.” The flower blushed a deeper pink. 

- “Thank you!” Just then, another bee flew over. 

- “Hey, what’s this? A new flower?”

Paulina Loryńska/SP Ruś/Poland

The first bee nodded. 

- “She’s sweet and smells lovely!” The second bee landed gently. 

- “Mmm, you’re right. And this spot is warm and sunny!”

Soon, more bees began to arrive, buzzing happily.

The little flower stood tall, her heart full of joy. She wasn’t lonely anymore. And from that day on, she was known as the bravest little bloom in the garden.

Paulina Loryńska/SP Ruś/Poland

The flower swayed happily as more bees buzzed around her. She smiled with every new visitor, her petals glowing in the sunlight.

But just as she was getting used to her new popularity, a gentle breeze brought a faint voice from the far end of the garden. 

Irina Statnuka /Miks /Latvia

"Hello?" called a soft voice. "Is someone there?"

The pink flower stretched her stem to look. Far away, near the garden wall, stood a tiny blue flower, looking shy and unsure.

The pink flower leaned forward and called out, “Hi there! Are you okay?”

“I wish I had some bees too,” the blue flower whispered. “But they never come this far.”

The pink flower thought for a moment. Maybe… just maybe… she could help. 

Irina Statnuka /Miks /Latvia

The pink flower gently swayed in the breeze and smiled. 

“Wait here,” she said kindly. Using all her strength, she leaned as far as she could, waving her petals to catch the bees’ attention. 

“Over here, little friends!” she buzzed. The bees noticed her and followed her scent trail. One curious bee flew farther than usual—and found the blue flower waiting hopefully. Then another came, and another, until the shy blue flower was surrounded by buzzing wings. Her petals glowed with joy. 

“Thank you,” she whispered to the pink flower. The pink flower nodded. “Sometimes, all it takes is a little stretch and a little kindness.”

Judit Fükő/Hanna/Hungary

Ghenea Simona Romania

The pink flower watched the blue flower laugh as bees danced all around her. It made her heart bloom with warmth. But soon, she noticed something else: near the old wooden bench, a yellow daisy was drooping sadly.
“Why are you so quiet?” the pink flower called gently.
The daisy sighed.
“I have bright petals, but I never learned how to share my scent,” she said.
The pink flower thought of all she had learned about courage.
“Maybe,” she suggested, “you could try swaying in the breeze. Let it carry your perfume farther.”
The daisy nodded slowly. “I will try.”
With a deep breath, she lifted her head and began to dance, her golden petals shimmering.

As the daisy swayed, a soft, honeyed scent drifted across the garden. A pair of bees, curious and delighted, buzzed over to see who was calling them.
The daisy beamed. “They noticed me!”
From her sunny spot, the pink flower felt her joy growing.
“See?” she called. “Sometimes, sharing a little part of yourself is enough.”
The blue flower joined in, her petals trembling with excitement.
“Now we’re all together!” she said.
And in that moment, the three flowers understood something wonderful:
Friendship makes every garden brighter.