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