Birds singing, in a cheerful creation choir.
Wind blowing, to cool a sun-kissed face.
Leaves rustling, dancing with the music.
Grass twinkling, with a dew-covered applause.

And…

People moving, going to and fro in busyness.

Do they hear?
I mean, do they really hear?
I used to be in that busyness,
But now I sit among the creation choir.
I sit and hear,
I mean, I really hear.
I sit and notice,
I mean, really notice.
I sit and feel,
I mean, I really feel.

Stop your busyness, people. Stop!
You’re missing the concert,
Creation singing to the Lord.

Birds, wind, leaves and grass…
Encore! Encore!