I stand in the wind and watch the trees. I look at limbs stretching 40 feet in the air toward blue sky. The upper branches bend and sway as the leaves lift a song of praise to the Creator.
Rain comes.
The soggy leaves droop and drip. Their shudder sends a cascade of droplets to the ground. They sing a muted song.
Sunshine again.
The leaves whisper in the breeze. They give thanks for sun and rain.
I stand and watch the trees. I hear the soft rustle of their song and I join my voice to theirs. The talking leaves and I offer praise, honor and glory to our Lord.
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