THE WILDFLOWER

In a soft green meadow between
the weeds and green grass
grew a little wildflower
with radiant beauty to last.

It had bright elegant blush of red
in full bloom standing umong the weeds
it glistened with a tune.

It needed no special care
for it's own God fed and watered
what the birds of the air had sown.

This little wildflower soaked
in the warmth of the sun's rays
it spent each and every day
giving God back a song of praise.

Then when it finally withered
a new bud began to bloom
It started giving God back
it's beauty while it glistened
with a tune.

rhonda ramsey cash

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