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.