Beauty in Everything
Where the creek runs,
One can see the true beauty of nature.
Every rock and every feature.
Explicitly placed by the hands of our Creator.
Ever so fluently does the water flow.
Not too fast, but perfectly slow.
All around are the songs of the birds,
Speaking to each other in their own words.
The water rushes up against the rocks
And it seems to me that it almost talks.
There is beauty in everything you see
If you seek it, you will find it
I guarantee.
Where the creek runs,
One can see the true beauty of nature.
Every rock and every feature.
Explicitly placed by the hands of our Creator.
Ever so fluently does the water flow.
Not too fast, but perfectly slow.
All around are the songs of the birds,
Speaking to each other in their own words.
The water rushes up against the rocks
And it seems to me that it almost talks.
There is beauty in everything you see
If you seek it, you will find it
I guarantee.