Creation tells of You.
This forest that I love
Whispers . . . Emmanuel.
The oak tree tells Your strength,
the evergreen, Your joy.
The leaves converse among themselves
of the day You designed them.

Creation tells of You.
The birds rejoice.
I've seen them
clothed in vibrant gowns
chatting of the day
Your fingers brushed iridescence
on their wings —
laughing at the rumor,
widespread now,
of how they came to be.

This forest that I love
bears Your perfume,
tantalizing the senses
with pine and cedar
and centuries of wildflowers
clustered under a million stars.
Creation tells of You,
this forest that I love
whispers . . . Emmanuel.