I worked in the morning with soil and flowers, Never tiring till night came down And then worked through the deep nights hours Studying the species I had grown,
But books are truly not the way To understand the world of God, To be one with Him and gladly pray And work in harmony with the sod.
Now I watch the blossoms smile And feel the energy in trees In Nature truly there is no guile, But Force and Grace to grow and please
The One for whom they bloom and live And for Him all their offering give.
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