The fields before me are sweetly flowered

And as I look out, I’m somehow empowered

By thoughts of God, with His creative touch

Giving every blossom, its heavenly blush


My eye sweeps the landscape, every tree

Then a sudden movement rivets me

Some bird now rises into view

And Father says ‘It’s just for you!’


Oh! such colours, Hoopoe pink and Roller blue

The Golden Oriole and Bee-eaters too

Fluorescent flashes, as they dart and twist

Speaking truth to hearts, that God exists


His beauty surrounds us, in nature’s variety

Glimpses of brightness, to the saddest society

When man looks to man, he’ll never cope

For Jesus Christ is our one true hope.