For the life of me, I don't know what these sweet little flowers are. They grow wild all over the floor of the woods in which we live. I love them. They are small, bright and beautiful.
Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.
John Greenleaf Whittier
Colors are the smiles of nature.
How does a pansy, for example, select the ingredients from soil to get the right colors for the flower? Now there's a great miracle. I think there's a supreme power behind all of this. I see it in nature.