Echoes of Creation

In the whispering breeze, the trees confide,
Of Bethlehem's night, where stars did guide.
A bird to bird, they chirp in glee,
Of the babe in the manger, born to set us free.

From rose to lily, the tale unfolds,
Of miracles told, and wonders untold.
The wind's gentle sigh, the river's flow,
Each element sings of His grace, aglow.

But did they accept Him, this Son divine?
Or did they turn away from His sign?
If they tread sin's path, oblivious to His grace,
Shall we, nature's witness, behold their fall from grace?

So let us heed this plea, whispered in the wind,
Embrace the Savior, from darkness rescind.
For in His birth, death, and resurrection,
Lies the promise of eternal redemption.

But if humanity refuses His call,
Nature weeps, as sin's shadow befalls.
So, will you accept Him, this most holy Son?
Or reject His love, till time is done?