Wildflowers

We do not pick the season
nor determine where they go.
We do not pick the reason.
The wildflowers just grow.

Gentle their appearance,
beauty the Lord's gift profound.
Softly untouched stamens,

warming to the glance -
their petals to the bees
God's wistful wedding gown.

We do not pick the season.
We simply watch them glow.
We do not pick the reason
For it is in our hearts that
wildflowers grow.