Praise the Creator
The One who sees all
The wild wind whipped waves
And the ripples so small
The grey smudge of clouds
In a dull leaden sky
The birds as they glide on
The air currents high
Praise the Creator
The One who sees all
The sunburst of petals
On stems standing tall
The dusty green shrubs
And dry yellow grass
The column of ants as they
March by on mass
Praise the Creator
The One who sees all
The leaves from the trees
That dance as they fall
With brush strokes of autumn
Red, brown and gold
The end of the summer
Begins to unfold
Praise the Creator
The One who sees all
Nature's diversity
Sings out His call
All things are nurtured
By His gentle hand
All things will flourish
Just as He planned
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