I felt uplifted – but my muscles hurt.
My spirits were soaring – had my hands in the dirt,
Down on my knees with the seeds for rebirth,
Putting future beauties in the warm, moist earth.
Weeks go by swiftly – soon flowers will grow,
Lifting their heads proudly – their beauty to show,
A silent statement to those who have doubt –
Who wonder just what this life is about.
If we live by the rules set down for us,
So like the flowers, who make no fuss,
The Creator of all will fill our need
As surely as he does for the dry little seed.
So like the blossom on its thin little stem,
We lift our heads upward to give thanks to Him.
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