Him

The grass flinches in the breeze. Dew drops glisten, although the sun doesn't shine. The last yellow dandelion begins to close and become  a wish flower. A fly buzzes off, and two small insects fight. Birds fly into the tree above me, while other sing praises to Him. The dogwoods show their pure flowers to Him, giving me an example. A cricket I can't see sings me a song about Him. I just can't wait to see Him.