Unseen

Its beauty is so simple, Lord,

So cheerful and so bright,
It is as if You crafted it
With no thought, but delight.
And yet its role is integral
Within the garden bed,
Although it seems so fragile, still
It is the first to spread.
 
How intricate, the plans You’ve made,
And how they reflect You.
For there is nothing simple in
The simple things You do.
So as I pause in wonderment
At the cheerful array,
I’m overwhelmed by the unseen
That’s also on display.