A bird, a lovely butterfly,
a fleecy cloud up in the sky,
a mighty mountain, wide and high,
     all speak of you, O God.

A daisy, rose or daffodil,
the green grass growing on the hill,
the woodlands friendly, deep and still,
     all speak of you, O God.

For gentle rain, the quiet snow,
for sun and moon and starlight glow,
for all the beauty that we know,
     our thanks to you, O God.