Potatoes white in jackets brown Larkspur nodding heads of blue Trees clothed in leaves of green That turn to colors of every hue. Yellow corn in husks of green Cows milk all gleaming white Cherries red around a seed Apples dyed in colors bright. Dust from fields and mills Floating idly into the sky To bring brilliant sunset’s glow To brighten the day’s lullaby. Desert flower’s’ brilliant hues Light up the drabness around In purple haze the prairie bathes Just as the sun goes down. No bloom ever grows so drab That is pleases not one eye Nor attracts some of those Who chance to be passing by No food appears so displeasing That it is never at least tasted Wherever flower or plant may grow It’s beauty is not totally wasted Only a lone bee may have passed And seen a mere flicker of color Yet it helped to brighten a day That else would have been duller. The Architect of all that lives Created for both use and beauty Appreciation of His great skill Perhaps is both joy and duty No human born is so misshapen Except somewhere within that shell A speck of goodness or of beauty May be found therein to dwell.