Blossoms

By Allene W. Heiner

If all God’s blooms were hollyhocks,

How boring gardens would be.

We need the rose and buttercup,

The mum and apple tree.

A pansy glorifies the shade,

A marigold the sun.

We need the glads and daffodils

To make the garden fun.

If each of us were asters blue,

There’d be no vim at all.

We need daisies in the world,

Tall iris and violets small.

Whatever flower you may be

Enjoy life as you go.

Lift your head, stretch your stem,

And let your blossom show.