God writes in trees, flowers, clouds, and stars.Little bit of colorJust a smidge—a dripFrom one of God's paintbrushes!

For every beast of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills. I know all the fowls of the mountains; and the wild beasts of the field are mine.Psalm 50:10–11In the falling light of eveningCows grazeThrough the golden lightA carpet of grass Lush and nutritiousProvision from God's handThe scene is food tooFood for my soul.

Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God. Job 37 :14bSunshine swirled with bloodLight and life in one bloomInside your green wrapInside your yellow skinYour tapered budYou were so small and tight Then you curled open one dayGraceful without even a struggleShowing on your face—youSwirled open and smiled at the world.