In Flowers and In Trees

We see it almost every day In blows now in the breeze, It is scattered on the oceans' And is visible in trees. It's there among the flowers And in the stars so bright, We see it every morning And can feel it every night. In a newborn puppy's face And in the song of birds, The music of the classics And in the spoken word. Some days we think it's gone away It is over, and is done, But next day there it is again Glowing in the sun. We see it in a baby's eyes Or walking through a fog, It is everything that's beautiful It is the face of God. Lynn Barany