.
.
We. . . .
.
.
Every evening
The trees
Clap
Or sway
Or bow
To Him
Reverently
.
Even they know
Creator
They follow us
Eaves dropping
.

When He passes by
The flowers
Go from buds to fragrant blossoms
Opening
Breezy spices
Released precisely
.
When He walks by
Arm and arm with me
Every evening
Together
The birds
Sing a new song
Exalting Him
.

Written by Lee