the way nature speaks: sometimes silently and sometimes in screams

It says hello through the whistle of the wind

and waves goodbye through the gentle sway of tree branches in the breeze

It says I am powerful through the crashing waves in a big body of water,
in a meandering river downstream somewhere quaint,
in a small waterfall tucked in the midst of canopy trees

It acknowledges us as the sun shines down on bare feet casting a shadow to the East

It reminds us that it is stable and constant through the green beauty of a pine year-round

It says community in the way a flock of birds miraculously & simultaneously dance in flight

It speaks volumes of growth by the way the trees vary in tip-top height

It whispers be gentle when autumn leaves dance to the ground

It speaks life when buds began to bloom on the branch that’s been bare all winter

It screams diversity as snowflakes fall, no two alike in character

It radiates love all around, working constantly and continuously in perfect harmony


The way humans witness first hand the work of the most amazing artist: God.

The Earth is His canvas.

We are His canvas.

What a beautiful piece of art He is molding my life to be.

Yet you, LORD, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
[NIV] Isaiah 64:8



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