Nature is my House of Worship,
My Altar, upon it lays the breeze of wind,
The push of currents, the splash of ripples,
To Thee, I praise!
To Thee, I sing!
Born of Natures soil,
I, now still young of age,
Find His greater existence among all entities,
For if God does not exist in the petals of a flower,
The sweet melody of the bird, the thrill of the sun,
Then God has no existence at all!
