Sun rays,
Gleaming down,
Feeding,
All the living things,
God has created.
Formed from seeds,
Planted in the bed
Of earth.
Rain, sun,
Rain, sun.
Growth appears,
Green leaves,
Stem,
Then the bud
Of flower.
It’s in full blossom,
Petals spread out
Stretching.
The colors,
The shade
The most brilliant yellow.
A field of yellow,
An occasional blue,
Maybe a violet.
Sculpted,
By the sculptor,
All in his glory.
Beautiful flowers,
Bloomed,
On God’s canvas.
~Carrie Labiak ~