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