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As the Saturday morning sun appeared
and my body began to wake
I stretched, I yawned, I got out of bed
the morning coffee I did partake
As part of my morning ritual
I opened the blinds over the kitchen sink
And beheld a scene I had waited for
my eyed did not even blink
There, in the back yard, on the ground
were those little, yellow flowers
Some call them weeds - I saw them as hope
of Spring's forthcoming showers
I have always taken great delight
in viewing these tiny gems
They stay very close the earth
for they barely have any stems
They remind me, as they pop up here and there,
of God's presence in the Land
Like a painter with a brush
dobbing yellow dots by hand
After facing the scorn of Winter
it was a beautiful scene to see
These little, courageous flowers
looking back, joyfully, at me
As I peer out of the window
to the World beyond my sight
I can't help but hope others with stop
and gaze at these creatures in delight
