wildflowers

I was caught up in a dream When my eyes filled with wonder I could see a field of flowers Purple and yellow and every other color Growing as they will Under blue skies and yellow rays I asked what they were, you said they were wild No rhyme or reason, but yet still in order They didn't have to try As they reached up to the sky To most they just looked like a blur of pretty colors But to You, their creator, they were precious little treasures I saw how every kind, every color, every shape Brought a tear to your eye and a smile to your face When the gardener came in to cut out the weeds I could feel your heart break And I heard you start to weep over the flowers Every tear from your eye, like a drop from the sky Fell in slow motion to gently rain down on the flowers If I'm that field of wild flowers Be my sun, my moon, my rain Tend me and keep me, let me be your delight Make me beautiful as you look down from the sky