Poem

God in Nature

In the mountains God paints himself. The flowers represent his beauty, the trees His shelter. No one can refuse His great power as you traverse the highest peak. Through the valleys and up the hills, the Creator has revealed Himself to man. A blind man is even capable to see the bliss and perfection of what the hills have to offer. Who can refuse this great God, who has spread His love into nature?

The hills are alive with sound of music. Another means, by which the Great One shares His love. Everything sings and gives sounds to represent Him. The birds, the crickling of mountain streams, the roaring of a powerful waterfall all reflect His music. The crickets come out at night and bring in their sounds. There is never a moment when nature doesn't sing.

As the seasons change, so the do the mountains. They take on yet another beautiful scene. From summer to fall, leaves turn color and begin to glide off the trees. The air turns crisp and clean, flowers wither, all the animals settle down for a season. From winter to summer the flowers reveal their colors, the leaves of trees start to bring in the green color, bears wake up from a long sleep, all of nature wakes up from a peaceful season. From spring into summer the air turns warm, everything is moving and scurrying. Everything that one would see changes right before the very eyes of man, all of nature is interconnected, this complex system could only be created by a very loving complex God.