One Rhythm

One Rhythm As I wake up one morning I notice a bountiful living Whoosh…Whoosh…the cold wind blows And the misty sky drizzles with tiny dews Then everything moves in one rhythm. The trees are gracefully swaying Those playful leaves start waving The crickets are noisily squeaking Even the birds on their nest join by chirping Then everything moves in one rhythm. The water’s excitedly plunging With its big waves continue rushing The sea creatures are happily bathing All begin with a grand merrymaking Then everything moves in one rhythm. His creations are truly great With one rhythm like music in a certain beat That rhythm is a command and must do the solid treat To use His delightful gifts with ample care For us to have a better place Then all move in one rhythm.