Creation Poem by Scott Stanley Davis

I looked up into the sky to see with my own eyes, what the heavens and the earth might be like: I observed so many things, The seasons, the fall, summer, winter and the Springs, did he create all these things? his words are written in a book that many unbelievers think is gobbledygook, and many have forsook and would rather text on facebook. Now what creation is to me, is a wonderful thing, its about the flowers in the meadows and water in the streams, its about the animals and the ants, and even my grandmothers beautiful plants. its about the rocks built up like blocks, and the birds that fly in there flocks with their wings, this is what creation is even among kings. I wonder when I look up into the stars, or hear a guitar played from afar, when I am in a museum with the dinosaurs: When you think of creation isn't it all these things? the big, the little, the awesome and the gentile, it is the wisdom and the cutest little dimple, this is God's creation in all his majestic splendor isn't this so simple?