The warmth of the sun kisses my skin.
Fields of wildflowers in bloom are noticeably fading,
yet their aroma is strong and swirls around me.
I sing the lyrics, “neither field nor flower escapes His notice”
and I pause to breathe in those words –
filling more than my lungs,
It is a breath of hope in knowing I am never forgotten.
The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.” Isaiah 40:8