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God's Creatures by Wyn Barratt I can hear the birds chirping gladly outside And the sun is shining again The clouds have rolled off and the wind has died down And now there's no sign of the rain. It's funny how weather can alter the way You feel about any old thing The sun makes you happy, the rain makes you sad While the wind makes a mess with its wings Well, I'm sure that the birds must just love the wind When it blows soft, and gentle, and warm They can float way up high on a thermal or two As they hold out their feathery arms Just think how they must ache, their wings I mean After flapping and beating so hard To get up off the ground or escape from the cat Or fly clear of the junk in our yard Then there are the creatures that crawl on the ground Not for them an escape to the sky When things get unpleasant the best they can do Is to try and find somewhere to hide If you were a beetle and thought you would hide Just under a leaf or a twig How awful for you if I came in the yard And marched straight over to where you were hid I wouldn't have meant to stand right on your head Or tip rain off a leaf on your bed But it might have been better if you could have crawled Up the trunk of a big tree instead. We all are God's creatures and maybe He knows What weather we each like the best Like warm sun, not too hot, some rain, not too much And the wind has to be at its best. For how will the birds feel if there is a wind That threatens to tumble their nest As it clings to the tree tops that sway in the breeze And strikes fear into each little breast. And think of the crawlies that creep round about When the rain starts to fall on the ground Why, in no time the drops that collect on the leaves Make a flood that a bug could just drown So if you feel sad that the weather is bad Remember that God cares for you Even more than the creatures that live round about, So spare just a thought for them too. |