Creation Speaks Without A Word

In the soft blowing of the afternoon wind a quiet sound is heard in the breeze On the top of a tree reaching the clouds A lonely leaf moves with the wind's soft touch creation speaks without a sound heard In the bright light of a summer moon streams of colour cover a pool of pitch dark A blue bolt of lightning from a dark ocean above quakes the silent earth below with a lions roar creation sings without a melody heard The sun rises waking the sleeping land power spoken in the breadth of surrounding light a thousand stars light up night, just one in day One quiet voice speaks with a tongue of truth Creation speaks without a word to tell us about its grand maker