Dying Flowers Ascend Poem by Joyce Hemsley

When comes our turn
to dwell in heaven,
we will see a garden fair...
each pretty flower blooming
innocent and unaware.
They have lived their earthly lives
with the bluebirds of the skies
and are rising from the ashes
to glorify and beautify the
Promised eden waiting there.
Floral artistry in heaven
is a gift beyond compare...
and February snowdrops now
ascend through Springtime air.
One more floral generation
say 'farewell' to Angletaire.