From the rising of the sun,
To the rising of the moon,
The beauty of the nature,
The wonder of creation.



The pitter-patter of rain drops,
Only from the sky it comes,
Great is the expanse,
From whom clouds gather.



Trickling water that forms the rivers,
Water droplets from the raging seas,
The wholeness through the beholder,
Brings forth wonder.



Behold the unyielding mountains,
Down the dreary pits of valleys,
Nature, big or small,
Knows no boundaries.



The swiftness of the grass,
The blooming of the roses,
Sweet and sour,
It’s nature to the core.



Animals both great and small,
Prowling through the plains,
Splashing trough the waves,
Flowing through the creator’s hand.




Such glory and magnificence,
The world cannot comprehend,
The name of the creator,
Is to be praised.





Created by The Supreme.