A man who could make one rose…would be
accounted most wonderful;
yet God scatters countless such flowers around us!
His gifts are so infinite that we do not see them.
by Elece Hollis
Late in the heat of July,
Having feasted on spring eye candy
Flowers everywhere––daffodils, peonies,
Having our souls filled up with sunshine
With bright festival zinnias and daisies,
Having been feted with fireworks
Having taken a stroll on the beach,
Seen the seagulls wheeling in the bright sky,
Having filled our tummies with fresh tomatoes
With peaches warm from the trees
Dazed by the heat and full up
With wonder we hurry past
The sweet little roses and never stop
To smell them.