One day a small honeybee was sitting on a tiny flower. He was sucking in the sweet nectar of the flower. This day he was in the King’s garden. All the honeybees bragged that the King’s garden had the sweetest nectar and the prettiest flowers that they had ever seen. Thus, the nectar made from His flowers made the sweetest honey.
The honeybee would often sit and watch the King each day as He tenderly cared for each flower. He seemed to know just what to do to get rid of injurious things to the plant. He would once in a while pinch the biggest ones back. Surprisingly they grew back bigger and better with each plucking. The King tenderly caressed each flower and breathed in its sweet fragrance. Sometimes He was seen spending more time over one than another. He looked like He was praying for the flower. The flower always seemed to stand a little taller after such a touch from the King.

