The Creators Touch Poem by Kaila George

The Creators Touch
His hand is in everything
In the air we breathe with all living things

The sky's that rain down upon thee
Into the oceans deep and blue

He brush's the colours
Of Mother Natures easel of life

That paints into life
The birds the bee's

Along with the beauty
Of the flowers and tree's

He writes the songs
That the birds sing in the morn

He sways the trees
As the winds rush through thee

He's the droplet of snow
Up high on the mountain top

The raging white rapids
Down a mountains stream

The sun and moon
That shines down upon me

The Creator touch's all
He is everything