God’s Little Garden

Grandma bear and I are off to pick flowers. We pick for hours.

We turn them into crowns. Then we take them into towns.

We give them to the birds, the squirrels, and everyone we see. We even give them to the queen bee.

Grandma bear got sick, but she went quick.

Now mama bear and I are out picking flowers. And we do it for hours.

With grandma bear in my heart. I wondered why we had to part.

“Mama bear, Mama bear, this is not fair. Why didn’t God listen to our prayer?” asked baby bear

“When we pick flowers, which do we pick? The pretty ones or the ugly ones?” asked mama bear

“We pick the pretty ones.” responded baby bear

 “Well God does the same thing, but with us. Because the world is God’s garden, and we are his flowers. 

He picks the flowers that are the most beautiful.” Stated mama bear

“So grandma was just a pretty flower, and He wants to make flower crowns?” Wondered baby bear

Mama bear laughed “Yes, God is making flower crowns with all of the angels in heaven.”

Baby bear smiled and continued picking flowers.

They picked and picked until the sun went down. And as they watched the sun set, they knew that grandma bear was in heaven watching them.