God

I see the sky -- the clouds, the sun, the rain --
I think of You
I hear the mighty pine trees, swaying ever so gracefully in the wind,
I think of You
I feel the cool wind on my cheeks, hair whipping about and stinging my eyes,
I think of You
I smell the torrent of rain as it falls upon the green, green grass of summer,
I think of You
I taste the salt of the ocean as memories are stirred in the far recesses of my mind,
I think of You.

How great You are, my Lord,
In all creation there is none like You.