Trees large and small
Some are short
Some are tall
Limbs falling down
Tree trunks round
To shade me from
The hot, dry ground
Grass soft and green
Barefoot players
Make a scene
Backyard sprinklers
Shoot and spray
Grass lines the earth
With shades so gay
Thank God for greenery
Like an artist
Painting scenery
A precious sight
For one to see
Blossoms are born
In a nursery
Robins sing from true delight
Of all these things
That grow in the night
See what beauty
The good Lord made
To keep us his,
Every limb and blade