Robert Edgar Burns
The Flowering Earth - Poem by Robert Edgar Burns
He maketh me lie in orange pastures,
Where to my right are purple and blue.
A world where rainbows color the flowers.
This glorious gift God gives you!
He prepares a table before me,
Adorned with Roses bright red with dark hue.
Yellow buttercups and white lilies have joined them.
With grape vines still adorned with dark blue.
A banquet in honor of the harvest.
The flowers are simply honored guests.
My favorites are what is set before me.
In beauty each one passes the test.
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