Nature of God in a Changing World

In the calm murmur of the breeze through old trees,

Nature unfurls the composition of God, sent in stirring leaves.

An ensemble of seasons, a heavenly expressive dance,

The movement of creation in a consistently evolving play.

In the first light's brilliant hug, God paints the sky,

A material of tones that make the spirit murmur.

However, the world changes, a transformation significant,

Nature of God, a timeless reality in each sight and sound.

In the midst of substantial wildernesses and the murmur of progress,

The hallowed psalm of the woods, a song to intrigue.

Waterways weave stories of endlessness, streaming with effortlessness,

Mountains stand tall, repeating the Maker's hug.

However, in an influencing world, where substantial meets sprout,

Challenges the idea of God, an approaching melancholy.

However in each petal that unfurls, in each warbler's quaver,

The heavenly continues, versatile, against time's savage will.

The sun might set, the moon might disappear,

In any case, the pith of God, in nature, will remain.

In the recurring pattern of life's transient stream,

The idea of God perseveres in a never-ending dream.