God's Creation

I am sitting here in a quiet early morning
There is a silent breeze whispering through the trees,
A Blue Jay is talking with his loud squawk
As he peeks through the trees at me.
There is a beautiful Dragonfly fluttering
Her wings up and down, in front of my eyes to see.
A Jack Rabbit hops, his furry tail across the yard
Then sits in the dusty field to hide,
His eyes have a story they want to tell.
A Big Black Beetle Bug with his legs sooo long,
Goes scurrying across the green grass,
To a deep hole in the ground.
The whispering, the squawking, the fluttering of wings,
And the hopping, of course, and even the dark hole,
It's really God, you know.