Many flowers bloom on earth.Many sweet songs are sung.Many treasures men have found,Countless stars God has hung.Many bright treasures wash ashoreMany grand trees spread tall.Many works of God's design,Birds and beasts and all.Nothing compares with one thing,Nothing is half so fineNothing touches the winsome grin On the face of this grandson of mine!

Birdsong For music, Dancers- bright butterflies,  Blossoms the backdrop, Tree-frogs a chorus,Cicadas for rhythm,Sunshine the lighting,Green leaves for curtains,The Sweet Song of Summer,Most wondrous production  Opened to grand applause,Opened in glory,OpenedOn my lawn today.

Face bowed The Angel watches over Sleeping child. Halo glows softly. Wings curved over White-robed shoulders  White, all white, No, pink!Tinged with pink. Green, all green, And all white, All pink.White orchid.