Whose Flowers Are These?

Whose flowers are these growing wild

along the path not taken?

Whose unseen hand has sown the seeds

that made these hills awaken?



Who sends the rains in Summer

to make the poppies grow,

Then keeps their birth a secret

from the villagers below?



Whose flowers are these within the woods

where few have dared to trod,

Unseen throughout the ages

known only unto God?



With such beauty all around us,

I wonder what I'll see

In God's celestial gardens

when angels come for me?

[ by Clay Harrison -- from Aiken Drum ]