In the whisper of the morning breeze,
And the golden hue of the setting sun,
God’s creation sings in perfect harmony,
A testament to wonders begun.

The mountains, tall and steadfast,
Stand as guardians of the skies,
Their peaks touch the heavens,
Where the eagles freely fly.

Oceans vast and deep,
Hold secrets of the ancient past,
Each wave a gentle reminder,
Of the Almighty’s love, so vast.

In the dance of the stars at night,
And the bloom of flowers bright,
We see God’s hand in every sight,
His creation, pure delight.