Picking Flowers

As I look out my office window I am greeted by the splendor of God's creation. Resplendent with pinks, whites and various shades of greens the winter throws off it's winter cloak and reveals a vibrant spring. The humming birds flit from flower to flower, wilst the wind blow gently, only briefly in this hour. The bee's are digging for sweet nectar in fluted flours, song birds singing resplendent tunes with delicate power. All this goes on as the earth groans and lurches toward a magnificent hour, a triumph of time, birthed from a word divine. Fear mongers growl and howl there taunts while my twin little grand girls capture my thoughts. What mark will I make with a life such as mine? What good might I do with so little time? These thoughts they assail me as days drift to weeks, I am a seed sower that life might bring forth some laughter and sweetness from fields full of dirt. Every year I beat, cut and pull the brambles away, every year truck a running in June we do hay. Life keeps moving towards destiny's song. Sung by my savior so lovingly strong. No challenge shall slow me or dislodge my tune as summer comes calling nigh the month of June.