O Lyricist of Nature!
The music of creation sparkles with your love language:
dove’s coo, sparrow’s trill, meadowlark’s call;
cicada’s hiss, cricket’s chirp, frog’s croak;
the cat meowing for her breakfast,
the cow lowing in the field.
You comfort our melancholy with your lilting
rain-on-the-roof lullabies;
make our heavy hearts soar with
wind-in-the-trees arias;
thrill our empty souls us with
waves-crashing-on the beach percussion solos.
Better than Rodgers and Hammerstein,
Stephen Sondheim, and Andrew Lloyd Weber
all rolled into one!
(Although your greatness shines through them, too.)
Come O Lyricist for insects, animals, plants and elements!
Melt our disconsolate spirits with your libretto of nature.
Seeking Wisdom 