The wind doth gently whisper
The name of our Almighty God in Praise
Of him who is our creator, protector and destroyer
The wind doth touch the bud and its petals do gently raise;
Which then blooms in praise of him who is omni-everything
The blooming flower then calls the birds and the bees
To join in and also praise him the cause of all and everything
The buzzing of the bees and the flapping wings of the birds
Do also praise him in ardent fervour that doth worship
and the entire world is thus made aware of him
Who rules all creation with love and kinship
While the world is moved by his every whim
And continues to praise him in every action
Which is thus the praise of perfection.
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