Nature's song calls to me,
When the day is long and tiring;
The flowers are so colorful,
It's God's work I'm admiring.

Early in the morn before the sun is up,
I can hear the music of the birds;
I can hear nature's beautiful song,
As they sing out God's Holy Word.

A passing breeze whispers His name,
While a storm will shout it out;
The rain cleanses all the earth,
So God's plants come up strong and stout.

Flowers are dressed for a party,
Colors abound where ever they bloom;
They take turns putting on their dresses,
So color is with us as summer looms.