My God Sprouts Everyday

My garden is an orchestra
Through the creator
It plays its music
Original scores
Always something extra
Am so lucky
To be the chosen one
Listen to the symphony
Through my glass window's fenestra.


The land and the nature
Compose their music
Always a soft signature
Need quiet and peace
Hear the rustle of leaves
Swaying of trees
Undulating grass blades
Serene breeze
Hone the ears amateur
Blustery winds
The torrents of rain sheets
The deafening drums of the thunder
A scary departure.

A lifetime of history
Each day a new story
It is my temple
My God sprouts everyday
He tells me stories
Makes me the music
In return
Through my trees
I keep my endless efforts
Of returning the favour
To Him, i talk
High up in the heavens.