Who taught the fish to swim,
in garden's pond.
Who paiinted the flower's gloriour colors,
showing them dances on the lawn.
Who captured fluffy clouds,
and tied them in the air.
Who pasted the universe overhead,
shining on God's tableware.
Who made the fuzzy worm crawl this day,
on highways of wood.
Who spun the birds propeller, lent him wing,
sent him on his way.
Who shuts the sunshine off at night,
pours moonbeams on the ground.
Who drew the trees with hight and leaves,
to shade a little town.
Who'd do a wonderous thing like that,
neither I nor you.
Who sculptured all the people with love,
God's artistry, that's who.
Copyright © Sharon Fallis | Year Posted 2005
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