It is His heart that beats,
in the trees, allowed to grow free.
It is His tongue that talks,
in the voice of the wild birds.
It is His eyes that see,
in the palettes of the flowers.
It is His touch that caress,
in the gentle breeze that blows.
It is His flavor I taste,
in the scents I inhale.
It is inside I seek,
and find God all around.