Someone's
Been Here

Soft golden smiles, these daffodils,
were planted once in perfect rows,
but now they scatter 'cross the field,
the way the years have let them grow.
These fingerprints of someone gone,
these dancers born in distant years,
tell us with their silent song,
someone's been here.
Someone who loved the quiet joys,
of light and color, simple things,
someone who knelt on winter day,
certain there would be a spring …
someone’s been here.
Perhaps it was an aged man,
perhaps it was a little girl,
but God bless the soul that moved the hand,
to bring this share beauty with the world.
We'll never know the giver's name,
but let us learn the giver's way,
kneeling down with servant's heart,
planting seeds of love each day.
The ones who love the quiet joys,
of life and color, simple things,
the ones who kneel in a cold, dark world,
certain there will be a spring …
someone’s been here.
Might they say someday,
"someone’s been here."
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