Blossoms

 

 I watched the blossoms of the trees

In colorful array,

And swaying with a gentle breeze

They seemed to softly say...

 

"Each blossom that our God hath made

Does beautify the land,

And every lovely, pastel shade

Is painted by His hand."

 

I loved to watch them on that day,

But knew that suddenly --

At season's end they'd fade away,

But saddened I'd not be...

 

For blossoms shed -- they come and go,

And others then appear.

New peace, new life, God does bestow

Each season of the year.

 

~ Edna Massimilla

 

Our days are like the

grass; like flowers of

the field we blossom.

Psalm 103:15