Wise Lily Stories
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Periwinkle Peri-peri winkle Purple, blue and pinkle Your petals five Open wide Without a single wrinkle! Peri-peri winkle I really do thinkle That you are A shining star How you love to twinkle! © written by Christine Summerfield/May 13, 2020
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Prayer Flags Flags in the garden, each with a prayer Tied to a string with love and care. Flags in the garden hanging in the trees Gently sway in the spring time breeze. "I have flags too!" said a voice from below "Come over and see, but on tip-toe." I quietly walked to a shady place Where a big plant grew, then I saw her face. The winged one smiled and spoke to me As she hung her flags from her little tree. "This plant is called a Bleeding Heart In the early spring they are works of art. The pink and red hearts all hang all in a row And tinkle and laugh when the breezes blow. "Each little heart is like a prayer Filled with kindness, love and care. And when the wind blows, they gently sway And then the prayers can fly away! "Tenderly they fly like wings on a dove To people and places that needs some love." I smiled at her and she smiled at me And the love between our hearts we both could see. I tip toed back to my special tree Where my flags all hung in front of me. A little wind blew and I watched them sway And one by one, the prayers all flew away! To all kinds of people, big and small Where love is needed, the flags hear their call. Now a secret we all can share In the garden are all kinds of prayer. written and illustrated by Christine Summerfield © April 23, 2020 Polka Dots Polka dots on my dress Pretty as can be Lots of little purple dots Dancing on me. I like pretty polka dots In the kitchen too Sprinkled on a cupcake Pink and green and blue. But my favorite polka dots Shine in the spring Dandelions in the grass Make me laugh and sing! All these pretty polka dots
They are all friends of mine On cupcakes, dresses and in the grass They sparkle, dance and shine! ©written and illustrated by Christine Summerfield/April 19, 2020 Tiny Purple Grapes On my morning walk one day I saw a funny thing Tiny clumps of purple grapes blooming in the spring! Usually they grow on vines and get picked in the fall But these tiny little grapes were standing straight and tall. And then I heard a gentle laugh coming from below He wore a funny purple hat and said "my name is Joe!" "You see, these are grape hyacinths growing in a clump Their flowers look like little grapes, they're fat, and round and plump! But these little purple grapes, these you cannot eat The honey bees they love them so, for them, they are a treat!" And then that fairy smiled at me and with his purple hat He bowed just like a gentleman, can you imagine that! And when he put his cap back on, he gave a little wink Then he was gone in a flash, before I could even blink! And now I smile to myself, because now I know How in the fall and in the spring, purple grapes can grow! © written and illustrated by Christine Summerfield/April 7, 2020
Hyacinths Galore As I was sitting one spring day in my garden chair I let the breezes gently blow around me without a care. I often like to close my eyes and feel its soft caress But this time there was something new that woke me from my rest! Perfume that was so very strong I felt a little dizzy And then I heard a message from the honey bee so busy... "Oh yes, we have been visiting the hyacinths white and pink We gather nectar from them all, we drink and drink and drink! And sometimes we can even feel a little bit topsy turvy The fragrance strong it makes us fly a little bit soft and swirvy. The hyacinths they all do come from Persian lands of old The prophets and the poets sing their praises bright and bold. One poem that sweetly says it all tells of its treasures fine How its flowers fill the soul with beauty so sublime." And this is the proverb of old... 'If I had two loaves of bread, I'd sell one and with the dole I'd buy a blooming hyacinth for it would feed my soul.' And as I listened to the bee, I pondered of beauty and art I need them every single day to feed my growing heart. Thank you bee and thank you flower for your hidden story I always greet you in the spring with joyful endless glory! written by Christine Summerfield Violets oh-so Sweet
As I walked along in my garden today Dreaming of roses that bloom in May I touched their branches climbing so high Reaching towards the morning sky But down below, I heard a gentle sigh... "Yes, the roses tall do grow But do remember to look down below..." So, on my knees I did crawl And found a family of flowers so small Colors of purple, dark and deep Awakening from their winter's sleep Their tiny soft petals looked up at me And told me their story with gentle glee... "We come from the family of Pansies you know But we are much smaller and don't make a show Johnny Jumps Ups are our cousins too Be we prefer to play peek-a-boo! And we do have a story to tell Our special gift is our flowery smell Gently press our petals fine And we will give a gift divine Our fragrance is found only in spring That you can use us in so many things! Our perfume it is sweet and fair On your skin our oil you can wear Infuse our petals in water at night Or in the warmth of Father Sun's light A floral drink you can enjoy A spring time treat for each girl and boy! Bakers let our flowers dry And dip them in sugar-do give it a try! Then sprinkle us on your birthday cake The fanciest treat you ever will make! We may be gentle, we may be small We're not as popular as roses tall But do not judge us by our size For you will get a big surprise! For we are the violets and in spring we do bloom Remember us by our sweet perfume Our time to flower is short and sweet For we do fade with the summer's heat. So take a moment on bended knee And share a greeting if you please To the violets, humble and sweet That bloom in spring at your very feet! |
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