The morning was bright and beautiful. The sky was clear and blue with billowing white clouds. I drove through the park alone just out wandering and then I saw it, a mimosa tree. What a creation!
The pink and white flowers are so much fun, like fist-sized firework bursts, a tiny golden pollen speck on the tip of each red streamer. The green buds of future blooms are like little side bursts.
The leaves are compound, a delicious green, each leaflet edged with golden sunlight. It is a spreading tree which branches out low to the ground and a cheerful sight to those who stop to notice. I want you to know I do notice. I love your handiwork, your art, your creations.
That mimosa morning reminded me of how intricate and diversified the earth's foliage is. It brought to mind the scripture song we sometimes sing about you. Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised, in the city of our God, in the mountain of His holiness. Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth is mount Zion on the sides of the north, the city of the great King. I love the words "Beautiful for situation."
Oh, Yes, beautiful.