I see the promise has been kept–
The seeds have turned to bloom.
Early planted, in the spring,
Too much rain, I feared, had doomed.
But soon the sprouts broke through the soil,
Then taller, grew each day.
And now, a rainbow shines among
My garden, in display.
Pinks and orange, red and white,
With fragrance, nostrils fill;
Those seeds that fell beneath the ground–
Their purpose was instilled:
To bring delight to those who pass
Beside the road–so hidden–
Their quiet beauty shouting loud,
“Find me, and love the given.”