Wildflowers

I love to see wildflowers grow

Along a country road.

Without fanfare they strive to bloom,

Though humble their abode.

Blue asters and wild daisies,

Goldenrod and Queen Anne's lace -

Flowers grown in country style

With quaint old-fashioned grace.

They ask no special favors -

This hardy little band

Will grow and quickly multiply,

Spread cheer where'er they can.

To a weary traveler's heart,

None could ever be so grand

As wildflowers blooming by the road,

Planted by God's own hand.

Kay Hoffman

Joy is very infectious; 

therefore, be always full of joy. 

Mother Teresa