There are many different color flowers in the field, many refuse to accept others and yield. The sun shines bright on all existing, but some try to block light twisting. In this big wide world of beauty, many flowers take on the devil's duty.
They become evil weeds, as they serve the red man's needs. What would be a field of pure perfection, ends up being a weed garden needing correction. As the struggle continues on, even the good flowers withers upon.
Some believe the flower garden will explode, leaving nothing but a trash load. The Angel's work hard to save souls, God promises a future in heavenly goals. For now the flower garden grows, but who truly knows what its future holds?
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Reviews of "Flowers in the Field"
Reviewed by P. Michaels (Reader)
Reviewed on July 3, 2004
I like this one, Grady. You've made a nice comparison and presented a very good question here.
L & P,
Patty
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on July 2, 2004
We can only guess and do our best. Wonderful write.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
L & P,
Patty
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