Life Abounds In Nature's Sound

River flows past rocks and logs, 'round the bend it rushes by;

the water flows it doesn't stop, ever moving ceasing not.

Forking 'round rocks it roars, babbling in the still it soars;

ever giving life to all, it's cries, its soothing hydrous call.

Life abounds in nature's sound.

Trees some long and some so wide, branches reaching to the sky,

swaying to and fro to stretch; providing shade and forest mulch.

Ruffling leaves softly float; snapping goes the twigs that broke;

nutrition to the forest floor; the leaf and branch gives gentle roar.

Life abounds in nature's sound.

Birds they flit into the sky, wings outstretched on wind they fly;

darting here and dodging there; swiftly soaring through the air.

Flight long, wings do flutter; beak tuneful as they twitter;

seeds, pollen, job of sowing; sweetly humming, chirping, cooing.

Life abounds in nature's sound.

Deer and elk and other game, through woods they romp, run and play;

trouncing free through dense meadow, the buck seeks pursuing doe.

Dashing through wooded brush, thinning thickets as they rush;

nibbling, foliage pruning back; neighing, mooing through the flat.

Life abounds in nature's sound.

Eco systems so complex, what power can withstand the flex?

Moons, planets, comets and stars, what contains to bind them there?

Electrons, protons, nucleus; God's power is marvelous.

Creation came by God's own work, to make it so He gave His word.

God abounds in His own sound.

- Roger W Hancock