To the eye the yellow flower has past its best, yet still it clings on to its existance, soot covered and ageing, yet still beautifull because it did what it was created to do, alone and four stories up growing out of a chimney stack.

And maybe, just maybe after its year alone its death will see that many will bloom in that place and all because it was brave enough to stand alone shinning out the GLORY of GOD to those lucky enough to have notticed or blessed enough to have their gaze led to that spot by others.

So stand firm brave little flower for your creator chose for you to be there and you are not alone for I have seen you and loved you and I will weep at your passing. But will celebrate praising GOD for the fruit of your existance.

Thank you for teaching me about OUR FATHER.