Let Nature sing
Her song to you
Every note
and stanza true
the drops of rain
upon thee laves
the winds freely blowing
thru the trees
the land so solid
as if a cello
and then the
cow releasing
a bellow
The birds excited
in their glorious song
The laughter of the creek
gives song
The most magnificent
Oak so mighty and strong
claps it's leaves within
this song
With selah, pause,
I stop to sing
Praises to
the Coming King.