Trees of the Forest

 

The trees stood in the balmy rays of the afternoon sun, shouting bursts of green and gold.

Nature draws me in a way that is difficult to explain.

Its detailed beauty and the handiwork of God cannot be separated.

The trees have no voice except for the divine artistry it exclaims.

When I take notice of what God has made, I join in with its singing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them;

let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.

—Psalm 96:12

 

 

 

 

forest sing

 

 

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