I love trees. While I was walking back home today, I saw the street trees in the yellow lamplight. It struck me that each tree is a masterpiece of God - each lovingly hand-crafted out of a seed. And whne the light is right, don't they look like hands sprouting up from the ground? As if the earth itself was praising God with these 'hands'!

It's like God individually chiselled each tree out of wood - each one so marvellous that, if there were only one tree in the whole wide world, wouldn't all the sculptors of the earth put down their tools in utter amazement and gaze upon that tree?

God's love really is so obvious, in the way that He has made the heavens and the earth.

Was so moved, that wanted to write this little poem. Hope you like it! :)

Ye hands of earth, thy fingers unfurl'd
Sprouteth forth from concrete's world
Strok'th ye kisses of God's breath
His gentle grace thy praises unfurl'd

Ah hands of earth, thy splend'r scaled
From earth's bosom, Creation's praise
Stones of wood, hew'd on high
Risen glories unto Creator's skies