Flowers Galore

Are there not flowers like the rose, Those look prettier and smell better? Yet, people do not prefer them, Nor nurture them in tonnes for use. Are there not flowers in the wild, With gorgeous looks and perfumes great, Whose birth is known to herds that graze? God only knows why they are there! Are there not flowers hidden well, In forests deep and dense and dark, But are found rarely like orchids, Those look so splendid to the eye? Are there not flowers raised in fields Or found in meadows, lawns so green, And sold as garlands for deities, Or strewn on tombs and cemeteries? And yet, some cannot even bud Or blossom into flowers big; While some get trampled under feet, A few adorn altars of God! Galore are flowers that we see, Whose hues, shapes, sizes vary much; God makes each petal, leaf and bud With beauty that no words can tell. Each one bears witness to God’s pow’r, And smiles with freshness with each shower; Each one is beautiful a flow’r; And decks the planet earth’s bower! Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-19-2008