
by Laura Madeira Reinhold
If God thought this earth a canvas
To display His works of art,
Flowers are sure revelation
Of His joyful heart;
Whether sown and gardened
Or growing wild and free,
How cheerless this whole world would seem
Without their melody;
They are lovely compensation
For life's dullness, pain and thorns,
And early spring blooms herald
The hope of life reborn;
Some flowers are flamboyant,
Some are more serene,
They can celebrate joyous occasions,
Or show deepest sympathy;
They are glimpse and scent of heaven,
They furnish honey's sweet delight,
More beautifully robed than Solomon,
Too quickly gone from sight;
Yet in brief flourishing then dying
They attain their destination,
Bringing color and joy and sweet fragrance to life,
Leaving seed for the next generation.
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