The Greatest Symphony

A poem about the purest and greatest

Rushing winds entice your leaves to dance to a rhythm all their own
As they move shushes of their music tickle across my ears
Calm consumes me as the mighty sings
Flowing to a beat that only God can compose
The blazing sun vibes silently behind the fluffy protection of not so happy clouds
Giving us warmth and light
but allowing the blowing horns of wind to take center stage
All of God’s creatures prepare for storms of violence and noise
But me, I just watch and listen to his great symphony
Music that no man can compare to.
A song as old as time where the elements play the instruments
Can’t you hear the rain setting the beat, tap tap tap splash
The rolling thunder joins with its mighty percussions
The trees sway and dance to God’s great production
Some even eternally bow when the number is threw
Rushing and bustling must cease when God performs a piece
So that his children can adore and know of God’s might.