I gazed at a stream that gently flowed by;
a wildflower, floating atop it’s surface;
prompting me to consider reasons why;
the reasons for life; it’s deeper purpose.
From where did that wildflower come;
and how did it catch my eye?
It’s existance in this life, nearly done;
why did I see it pass by?
There seems, to me, no sense or reason;
such flowers, become garbage, downstream;
they are only here, in life, for a season;
their very purpose is much like a dream.
Mankind, itself, is much like that flower;
simply cast out on life’s river, to flow;
living a life; merely hour upon hour;
with no purpose; and no place to go.
Flowers, an intricate and beautiful creation;
they will return to life; next season;
mankind was flawed and in need of salvation;
and death was it’s cure; it’s reason.
Then I realized that all life was projection;
a moving picture from the thoughts, above;
teaching us the purpose of His protection;
and the value of His love.
As I gaze at the flowers, on the stream’s surface;
I understand life’s picture; it’s a dream;
looking within; I can see the dream’s purpose;
mankind is the flowers, floating downstream.