Lesson from the Garden

Hear now the story of
The wise Gardener
He plants the flowers and shrubs
With great care and love

With purpose He selects
Buds, seeds, bushes, trees
To make an arrangement
Glorious to see

Some walk by the display
In lovely springtime
See the beauteous blooming
And think they've seen best

Others look at His choice
Of type and color
With a jeer and a sneer
They harshly say ill

"Flowers that bloom too late
Are killed by the frost
Roses that bud too soon
Are lost to the cold"

Rare is the passerby
Who pauses to see
The autumnal beauty
Of the late bloomers

Yellow lilacs mixing
With red fallen leaves
English roses shining
Beneath reddened trees

Bushes of burgundy
Amidst fallen gold
Shrubs of pink and purple
Beneath dropping oaks

Few stop to take notice
Yet the Gardener
Sees and smiles as His plan
Unfolds exactly

Late plants shining brightly
Together lovely
Bringing color ere cold
Sends them all to rest