This morning, I grabbed my little watering can and went outside to water the flowers.
The sun was shining, and the air smelled sweet with the fresh scent of blossoms.
I poured the cool water gently over the petals and leaves, watching drops sparkle like tiny diamonds.
Bees buzzed happily as they flew from flower to flower, collecting nectar.
The soil soaked up the water, turning dark and soft beneath my feet.
I smiled as the flowers seemed to stand taller and brighter with each splash.
Mom came out to check and said, “You’re helping the garden grow strong!”
Watering the flowers made me feel proud, like I was giving the plants a big drink of happiness.