The trees of His creation,

They stand in their stately manner.

The tops aligned in a row,

Angled together toward His throne.


Clouds from a distance,

Then teaming together overhead.

Mountains brightly elegant,

Then dim in the twilight.


Grass, green, damp and cold surrounded,

Ponds, pools, creeks, and streams

Flowing to the seas and oceans.


He is here, the Lord exists in His crafts.

Molded, formed, trimmed, and detailed,

No tradesman compares to His wares on display.


May these gifts to us

Be a reminder always of the Artist.


He lives forever,

If only because of these Masterpieces.



On Display by Ronhales                                                                                                                                               Psalm 111:2

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