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
NO BOX REQUIRED.