Each individual leaf upon the tree
Shows the designing of his hand,
From a blade of grass, to a mountain high,
Both so meticulously planned,
To watch the ever changing sea,
So vast and man so small,
And to realise that the Maker's hand
So lovingly designed it all,
Snowdrops peeping through the snow
In Winter, bring delight,
Changing colours of Autumn trees,
Or the magic of birds in flight,
The bluest carpet of bluebells,
Underneath green, shady trees
And the sight of summer roses,
Wafting gently on the breeze,
Not sufficient, all this beauty,
Wonderful sounds there are to hear,
All the birdsong in the woodlands,
Or the waves come crashing near,
The gentle sound of breezes,
Moving branches to and fro,
Is a sound to calm the spirit
With it's gentle crescendo,
The sights and sounds around me,
Such a vast elation bring,
Within my heart the knowledge,
His Hand in everything.