This native little flower to the place I call home is a gem, hidden from view unless you look close and it's time of glory is oh so brief. 

It reminds me to think that as my God 

cares for 

and 

clothes the hills 

he

spoke into being

then

He must care for me, whom he 

breathed life into. 

I am.... 

Filled with the very breath of God. 

This drops me to my knees and I look down and as my eyes fall onto this exquisite little bloom, 

his truth fills and swells and I cannot help but say...

Bravo!