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.
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