From tall standing trees,
To the very small formed bees,
From waves that come crashing down from a height,
To the gentle current who can no doubt compete in might,
From the candy floss formed cloud,
To the luscious green carpet laid out on the ground,
From flowers that sway,
To the nectar they produce out and lay,
From a prayer mat we pray,
To an Almighty who doesn’t slumber nor sleep whether it be night or day!