As God creates more flowers,
reflecting Heaven's love,
mere words cannot explain it all -
the beauty I speak of...

In fields of perfect flowers,
perfume and nose did meet.
I find myself among them as
they all surround my feet.

My thoughts were drawn among them.
My eyes saw every kind.
Now vivid colors capture me
like photos in my mind.

I spy a single flower.
I take a closer peek.
I find that every flower here
is special and unique.

I turn around to walk away.
I'm torn at what I see.
I'd stepped on many flowers and
they will no longer be.

No longer to be cherished,
no longer to be smelled,
no longer to be photographed,
no longer to be held.

Again I spy a single one -
a trampled one instead.
I know that it will always be -
forever lost and dead.

But I excused my clumsy feet
which trampled every kind -
Oh, how could I avoid them all -
with all that's on my mind?

Are there too many flowers?
Are those I trampled missed?
Are there too many babies?
Are those aborted kissed?

As God creates more flowers,
reflecting Heaven's love,
mere words cannot explain it all -
the beauty I speak of...

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