All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades,but the word of our God stands forever.
Isaiah 40: 6, 8
Reaching from dried stems
The grass withers, the flower fades,but the word of our God stands forever.
Isaiah 40: 6, 8
Reaching from dried stems
Sprays of brown are left
Like little bursts of
Finished fireworks fading
In the autumn afternoon.
Gone the white lace
That dipped and nodded
At passing cars and curtsied
To the fiery cardinal
On a sunny summer day.
Gone the saucers of bone china
Inviting butterflies and bees
To high tea on royal finery
Queen Anne sings farewell
As the winter dawns.
What’s Good About Home! 
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