Every morning I visited the meadow where the pleasant summer flowers grew the daisies with their sunshine faces and lily white petals until there was a meadow full of paper dolls dancing in the middle
Then I visited one day and all the summer flowers had faded and were gone petals fallen one by one crumbled and soiled and fallen to the ground
And I began to mourn when a voice said “Do not weep for each have saved a pocket full of seed and leaves have made a bed for them to sleep in place of the daisies the asters and mums have raised their heads Red rosy apples and sweet vines of grapes will reap a harvest where a meadow full of paper dolls once again will come out to play!
“Consider the lilies how they grow, they neither spin nor toil yet [Kings] in all their glory were not arrayed like one of these” Book of Luke 12:27