I see the wind blow by tree limbs dancing in a silhouette of the golden sun. I rest and sit awhile, and ponder the word of God. I feel the breeze upon my face, and the pages of my Holy Bible turn powered by the strength of the invisible wind. I hear the rustling sounds, and I have peace with God.
I see the beauty all around me, and birds sing a sweet melody of His praise. They offer adoration to God who created them, and now filled with His Holy presence I offer my worship to LORD above.