Was it you who painted the sunbeams sending shafts speckled bright,
Spotlighting fluted Daffodils, hung Bluebells with golden shining light.
Was it you who called the songbirds to sing in joyful lay,
With the bees to hum in harmony at the early start of day.
Was it you who drove the clouds to sail like galleons across a sea of blue,
As did ships of Tarshish which from Spain set their sail to countries new.
Was it you who tuned the babbling brook to please a little ear
Of a child with net and jar catching minnows swimming near.
It was you that I know, for if you can cause my heart to flair
Nothing is impossible to the one whose love I dearly share.