I know evolutionary biologists have explanations for flowers and colors: how plants developed all colors as a survival mechanism, to give them distinction and advantage in a quest for the love of bees and other necessaries; how our eyes learned to register different frequencies of light as color because it gave us survival possibilities not present in those with out such a blessing; how all of this is the logical result of an all-consuming survival imperative in competition for limited resources. Perhaps; but I see God in the fact that such a brutal, chaotic system can produce such magnificent beauty and order. For me, as it was for Einstein, it is this inexplicable yin from the yang of chaos that testifies of divinity.
When I think that the survivable sphere of our existence is perhaps five or six miles from top to bottom; that above it there is nothing but killer cold and life sucking vacuum, and below it only unsurvivable heat and crushing force; that we just happen to be the perfect distance from life-giving light and heat so that we do not fry or freeze; and that in all the vastness of the universe, this less than microscopic little space prevails against gravity (or its absence) and other gargantuan forces that threaten to rip it apart, I am in awe.
That it produces the miracles of flowers and beautiful girls is beyond comprehension, and proof enough of God for me. I think no other explanation possible.
So here is to the flowers, and all they stand for. Some say in heaven the streets are paved with gold. I don't know about that, but I think the air is filled with music and the laughter of boys, there are flowers as far as the eye can see . . .
and the sky is always in sunset.