We saw a bud
On the rose bush the other day
We looked each morning
To see if it had changed
Yesterday it was yellow
And closed like an
Unopened eye
Today it was squinting
Trying not to cry
Tomorrow will it open?
Will it look into our eyes?
Will it have hues of orange?
Will it look up to the sun?
Or, will it open wide
Just wanting to be beautiful
Painted by God
His beauty
For us to behold
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.