Planted last fall to winter in the ground
Emerging in April with lovely hues.
Harvesting thousands of tulip bulbs to
Be sent worldwide for the gardener's use.
Perhaps this fall when you buy some bulbs,
You'll select those grown in our Skagit fields.
You'll have a gloriously blooming spring,
When you plant the bounty our harvest yelds.
Our lives would be like the tulips bulbs,
Covered with dirt and not pretty to see,
If God were not there for the harvesting
To discover the beauty in you and me.
When the Master Gardener takes us home
We'll live in His garden in glorious bloom.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009