Wild Flower Children - The Little Playmates of the Fairies #222043

But no matter where you go, across the sands of the desert, or to the tops of the tallest mountain peaks, there are always wild flowers of most delicate beauty growing alone, but not lonely, never drooping or complaining, but brightening their own little spot because God put them there. In the North, on a railroad trip that I once took in the late May-time, I noticed that the roadsides were painted in a beautiful blending of rose and purple, and I wondered what little artist was doing it.