The sun and moon that shine and glow
The stars above, the earth below
The ocean’s roar, its undertow
The gentle breeze, the gales that blow
The mountain’s crest, the river’s flow
The rolling hills where tall trees grow,
Wild creatures roam both to and fro
In forests where thrive buck and doe
The skies so full of geese and crow
And clouds that float both high and low
Mid spectacles the seasons show
In cycles only God can know !
