We make the skies dance and the trees sing
The swans dream and the fields ring
They come alive and flex their voices
Finding joy in simple choices
We make the sun beam and the moon shine
The clouds paint and the stars rhyme
They laugh aloud and skip like children
Letting whirlwinds lift and fill them
We make the clocks whirr and the bells peal
The seeds grow and the earth heal
They join the galaxies cartwheeling
All because they share our feeling
— Wayne Visser