The Flower

I saw a flower just the other dayA greeting from above in nature’s gentle waySharing all its beauty with the world aroundKnowing not a thingMaking not a sound

I stopped to say hello, if only for awhileA moment of my time for solace and a smileIt nodded softly back, so perfect and profoundKnowing not a thingMaking not a sound

I passed it every day, until the summer’s endA living work of art I humbly do commendOh what a piece of heaven that my eyes have foundKnowing not a thingMaking not a sound

But one day it was gone, as quickly as it cameAnd though I traveled on, life was not the sameThe earth brought many more, and yet I sadly frownedKnowing not a thingMaking not a sound

Yet from that moment on, I had a great respectFor beauty all around I somehow did neglectAnd now I simply watch the Lord work all aroundKnowing not a thingMaking not a sound