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.