Wee bird on the topmost branch
of the swaying sycamore;
how great must be the sight
of yonder valley floor.

Wee blossom in spring light
peeking out into the world;
how great must be the sight
as nature is unfurled.

Wee butterfly in multi-hued wings
traveling whilst thou may;
how great must be the sight
of His glory thus displayed.

Wee creatures dwelling in the wood
content with what thou knows;
how great must be the sight
as life’s path by thee flows.

Wee child playing thus among the grass
in His world finding such glee;
how great must be the sight
of such divine things to thee.