Raising bright faces beneath the trees,
Wafting their scent on the gentle breeze,
Glowing in sunlight, shade, or rain,
Lifting my spirits again and again
Are God's little flowers, planted there
To spread His beauty, to tell of His care,
A light to the eye,
A joy to the heart,
Ever so shy
But ever a part
Of making life glad, relieving my pain.
I touch, oh, so gently, once, then again ---
But leave their sweet message for others to see.
These precious wildflowers are not just for me!
~ Arline Lambert
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