MORNING-GLORY ladies were made by slipping a flower cup upside down over the stem of a seed pod, leaving the pod for a head. Morning-glory ladies always died young. Indeed, they hardly lived at all.
The spirits of these lost flower children were not only seen in the sunset skies but in the rainbow, too. And when the little Wests saw the great, beautiful bow in the sky, they always repeated the words of old Nokomis to Hiawatha:
“’Tis the heaven of flowers you see there,All the wild flowers of the forest,All the lilies of the prairie,When on earth they fade and perishBlossom in that heaven above us.â€
“’Tis the heaven of flowers you see there,All the wild flowers of the forest,All the lilies of the prairie,When on earth they fade and perishBlossom in that heaven above us.â€
“’Tis the heaven of flowers you see there,All the wild flowers of the forest,All the lilies of the prairie,When on earth they fade and perishBlossom in that heaven above us.â€
“’Tis the heaven of flowers you see there,
All the wild flowers of the forest,
All the lilies of the prairie,
When on earth they fade and perish
Blossom in that heaven above us.â€
landscape with house and road