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.
Selah 
On Display by Ronhales Psalm 111:2