Native Wildflowers Grow in a forest gully.
Discovered after harvesting of pine forest and purging fire. Beauty burst forth.
There is not a tint that paints the rose,
Or decks the lily fair,
Or marks the humblest flower which grows
But God has placed it there………
There’s not a place on earth’s vast round
In oceans deep or air….
Where love and beauty are not found
For God is EVERYWHERE.
In places dark, grim full of grief and care-
When hearts look for HIM, His Love and Beauty
will be found
In ALL things and THROUGH ALL things HE is
E V E R Y W H E R E
(anon penned this first stanza the second is my comment)