Poem: Nature abounds

(This poem was inspired by a summer trip to the arboretum.)

The Flowers.
Brilliant purples, soft lavenders, burnt oranges, dazzling reds. Fragrant all.
Silver leaves, bright peach trumpets, snowballs ever so white.
Flowers. So many, some pointed to the sky so straight, some leaning into the sun.
Clustered so close, yet each flourishes.
Bees pollinating, hummingbirds finding sweet nectar, dragonflies perched atop leaves.

God’s splendor everywhere.

The Shrubs and Plants.
Square and round, high and low—prickly all.
The greens to behold—moss and olive, parrot and forest.
Small blossoms grow beneath the tightly held branches,
Shielded from light, still wisps of color.
Plants with weeping leaves close to the ground.
Broad leaves with crumpled edges floating with the breeze.
Squirrels and chipmunks dart to and fro, no time to rest.

God’s grandeur all around. 

Trees, some perfectly sculpted, some misshapen, Beauty, no matter.
Trunks that are strong clutching leaves as they soar.
Fir trees tall and straight, some with branches high atop.
Giant firs in perfect shape, at once tall and low to the ground.
Oaks and maples, gingkos and hollys, birches and cedars.
Hundreds more. Some ancient. Trees old and young.  
Silently growing, taller, stronger. Cleansing the air we breathe.
Perhaps without them, we could not be.
Imagine their roots hidden away—deep below where none can see.
Gathering nourishment for these magnificent creatures.

God’s brilliance everywhere.

Oh praise to you, God beyond all mysteries. You breathed your life force into all.
Today I saw the trees. They are life, more giant than I.
Up, up I needed to look. And while I saw the blue of the sky,
I knew You were there, watching as I witnessed the marvel of your creation.