Please Tell Me Your Stories.. Poem by Sharon Smith

Sometimes You make me wonder..I just sit here with You and think
How did You get this flower all purple..then this one all mauve and pink
How did You craft this one in shape..this one..to form the white
How did You think to make this one..only open for You at night
Where does the colour come from..did You select them from Personal Choice..
or do they just spring forth their beauty..when they hear Your most Precious Voice?
Did You create them one by one..or let the angels choose for You..
or do they all have special meanings..each one You have chosen to do?
Tell me not Your reasons yet..let my mind find stories to speak..
as it dances through Your Garden of Colours..let it play with Your Mystique.