O Lyricist!
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.
You comfort our melancholy with your lilting
rain-on-the-roof lullabies.
You expand our vitality with
wind-in-the-trees arias and
thrill our weary souls with
crashing beach waves’ 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!
Lift our disconsolate spirits with your libretto of nature.
Seeking Wisdom 