How can I call on creation
To give only what God can give
Every fragile gift held in my hand is fleeting
Passing away like the setting sun
Or the tide receding into the sea
Each floating petal that lays upon the ground
Begins to fade in colour
Losing its fragrance to another
As beautiful as they are
They all slip away
Reminding me
That the earth is dying
Though it sustains me
Only God can give me life