Earth Song

I love to think of nature 

as an unlimited broadcasting station 

through which God speaks to us every hour 

if we will only

 tune in. 

George Washington Carver

Earth Song

By Elece Hollis

Every flower a trumpet,

Each blade of grass a quivering string;

Everywhere we turn we hear the earth

Raise instruments a song to bring.

There's music in the meadow,

There's rhythm beating in the trees;

Over all the wind elects to play

A melody upon the breeze.