Sometimes You make me wonder..I just sit here with You and think <br />How did You get this flower all purple..then this one all mauve and pink <br />How did You craft this one in shape..this one..to form the white <br />How did You think to make this one..only open for You at night <br />Where does the colour come from..did You select them from Personal Choice.. <br />or do they just spring forth their beauty..when they hear Your most Precious Voice? <br />Did You create them one by one..or let the angels choose for You.. <br />or do they all have special meanings..each one You have chosen to do? <br />Tell me not Your reasons yet..let my mind find stories to speak.. <br />as it dances through Your Garden of Colours..let it play with Your Mystique.<br /><br />Sharon Maree Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-tell-me-your-stories-2/
