Who looks at the crow in flight
and the lovely butterfly in sight.
Who ĺooks at the sun on shine
and the glowing moon so shy.
Who looks at the woman smiling
as she surveys the cows grazing.
Who looks at the clouds sailing
as the wind makes trees moving.
Who looks at the river flowing
flooded with heavy rain falling.
Who listens to the thunder falling
with looks of fear on faces passing.
Who listens to the birds chirping
in the silence of the ants climbing.
Who looks at the water while rowing
as the fish come to see who is sailing.
Who looks at the children playing
turning deaf to parents calling.
Who looks at mighty Lord so loving
who made mother nature pleasing.