The Child and the Flower

One shining yellow flower Popped up through the snow. A daffodil--it waved its head The oo-ing crowd to show. A little child saw it too; She wanted me to see. "The first one is the prettiest, Take its picture," she said to me. A child and a flower, Scarce worthy of a glance. But God alone created both, The flow'r to shine, the child to dance. I cannot help but wonder why We choose to be unaware; A flower is loved as liquid gold, For an unborn child, none seem to care.