Blossoms in the garden, how shall we bear their loss
Soon the winds of autumn will all their petals toss
How often in past summers and the springtimes too
That flowers smiled and waved most of each daytime through.
All the fragile magic and all the fragrant smells
Folded in those tiny buds resting in their shells
What would this world look like without the shades of green
Plus God’s rainbow colors and everything between ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 