God's Little Creatures
Little creatures in creation in every nation
cute ones, pretty ones, magnificent too.
They have different ways of saying I love you.
They like to give hugs and kisses
to see more, one wishes.
They are so beautiful, so playful
especially the baby ones
there's nothing cuter under the sun.
The chatter and songs of birds
capture our ears and bring such cheer.
They give us the sense that God is near.
Little bunnies skip and run
and peep from their holes
beavers make fascinating displays with logs.
The little frogs resting on daisies
capture our vision, they're are so amazing.
Birds and butterflies loop in the air
even formations, without a care.
Bees collecting pollen from flower to flower
where the sunlight glistens on raindrops
left from showers.
Chipmonks and squirrels storing nuts in trees
birds resting on branches singing melodies.
Bear cubs playing while their mums look for honey
they look so cute and are sometimes funny.
Polar bears tumbling down snowy slopes
climbing feet of mountain goats.
Little does skipping among wildflowers in fields
when I behold these things my lips are sealed
then filled with praise and my hands raise.
Nature is enthrallling and I can hear my Maker calling
be blessed, be blessed
all these works are manifest
so you can take joy in them
and make some friends
when they visit your garden or you visit them.
I love you, I love you
I love all my creation
from nation to nation.
There is plenty to see
and fill your hearts with glee.
Yes, such blessings are ours
and sunny showers.
We love You our Creator
there is no peace and joy greater
in the works of men
like meadows and glens.
All creation is beautiful
Janet Vargas ©
Early in the morning;
Before the Sun had come;
A cool breeze was stirring;
I walked up and down.
Neighbors were still sleeping;
The weather was so cold;
All was very quiet;
Except the chirping of Birds!
The plants seemed so smiling;
Their leaves were green and fresh;
The ground was soft and wet;
And showed some sprouts afresh.
The Sky now brightened up;
The Sun still nowhere seen;
As if someone would come,
The garden next looked clean.
Soon the Air got filled up,
With noise of various Birds;
They flew in joy, singing;
Another Dawn was born!
John Celes ©