Witness

A slender moon above a maple tree,

Is all of beauty that I ask to see;

One healing glance and I am soul-serene,

breathing the native air of Gods Terrene.

Indeed, the miracle of common day, 

the urge that animates the brooding clay,

the wonder of the springs returning leaf,

The autumns proud, inexorable

greif,

The winters faith in summers ample store; 

All these confess Him, and unnumbered more.

Declare the hand and heart and deity 

Of Him who made the growing moon and tree.