Flowers are poems themselvesWritten in God's handSent to touch our heartsTo make us understandHis love for us is pricelessImmeasurable and grand.He wrote for us the prairie flowersLove letters 'cross the land.

Many flowers bloom on earth.Many sweet songs are sung.Many treasures men have found,Countless stars God has hung.Many bright treasures wash ashoreMany grand trees spread tall.Many works of God's design,Birds and beasts and all.Nothing compares with one thing,Nothing is half so fineNothing touches the winsome grin On the face of this grandson of mine!

Birdsong For music, Dancers- bright butterflies,  Blossoms the backdrop, Tree-frogs a chorus,Cicadas for rhythm,Sunshine the lighting,Green leaves for curtains,The Sweet Song of Summer,Most wondrous production  Opened to grand applause,Opened in glory,OpenedOn my lawn today.