Flowers That Grow

Morning glory wanders, twining through trees. Wildflowers invite curious insects around. Roses blossom and fragrance the breeze, “Where?” I ask. “Can greater beauty be found?” Digging in the garden, I feel right at home. Praying for plants, each seed, my next muse. Breathing in nature’s life giving loam. Dreaming about flowers, anticipating views. A child planting corn rows with grandfather near. He’d make the hole; I would drop three seeds there. No wonder my passion is a garden so dear. It is there I met love, grandfather watching with care. Now that he is gone to heaven above, I thank God for creation and flowers that grow. When I work in the garden, I feel grandfather’s love. Rejoicing in our Father whose wisdom does flow.