Song For The Creator Poem by .Beth Webster

The way the sunlight shines through the leaves pleases me,
and I love the flawless shape of this sweet green apple tree.
I am thankful for the peaches each Summer brings.
I've lived half a life. Even now, I only know a few things:
the One who created humor and happiness and love,
She made and lit the Sun and colored the sky above,
and thought to make the leaves change color in Fall.
She cares. She really does. She cares about us all.