I GAZED on the flowers,

All fresh and sweet,

Lifting their heads

The sunlight to greet,

With their leaves still wet,

In the morning's dew,

And I said, "Little flowers,

What can you do

In return for all

That is done for you?"

And the flowers all softly

Seemed to reply,

Their pure faces fondly

Raised to the sky:

"In return for warmth,

And water, and food,

We grow all we can,

And breathe gratitude."


New York Observer