A Flower is a gift,
but not for it's own sake,
created out of joy,
and color for the eyes,
such a simple thing,
that leaves smiles in it's wake,
fresh and lovely scent,
from God to you and I,
let every bloom proclaim,
that God is good to us,
such graceful beauty lives,
a token of his love,
unwrapped presents to behold,
from one so generous,
his flower art graces the earth,
bits of wonder, glory touched
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