_ A CHILD'S QUESTIONS | 
‘Spots of brightness in the air 
Lending beauty everywhere, 
Did you from my garden choose 
Colorings of richest hues, 
Gather from my choicest bed — 
Rarest rose to make you red? 
Hyacinths and gentians blue 
Must have loaned their colors, too; 
While the tulips in the spring 
Give the yellow on your wing. 
As you gather colors bright 
- Will my garden all take flight, 
For it may be wings are given 
To bear souls of flowers to Heaven, 
And are loaned a voice to sing 
Of a resurrected spring? | 
_ —Nina Moore 
| When old Mother Nature arranged her palette of 
pigments she showed a great affection for the yellow color 
that man, too, loves so much that he uses it everywhere in 
his gardens, and dares any danger to acquire the golden — 
hued metal for his coins and adornment. Every spring she 
spreads great masses of broom, buttercups, poppies, and 
dandelions over the surface of the earth, until fields, gardens, 
‘meadows and hill-slopes are all aglow; and she hides — 
~ monkey-flowers, skunk cabbages and brass buttons away in 
- moist shaded places to blaze the path of hidden waters. She 
also packs piles of yellow pollen in the tree tassels of the 
hazel, willow and alder and adorns hundreds of common 
_ weedsy plants with showy, gilded blossoms. 
She uses the same extravagance in the use of the hues 
and tints of this color i in the sky world of tropical countries. 
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