Classic Poem

The sky is a golden garden,
Where the great sunflower blows,
From dawn till dusk it glistens,
And then its petals close.

The sky is a silver garden,
When the star-buds gently swing,
And the moon is a radiant lily,
The fragrant torch of spring.

The sky is God's own garden,
Though the earth be green or white,
The blossoms that span the heavens
Are fadeless flowers of light!