Tree’s swaying in Southernly breeze,

Waving their arms in worship to He,

Warm air swirling around worshipping arms,

Swaying here and there glorifying He,

Amazing sounds, crick, crack, crackle,

As arms wave about for Him,

Embracing love and life,

Singing their Earthly hymns,

Oh Lord above shine down your glorious light,

Better and more substantial giving than sunlight,

Let our sounds glorify You from our sweet, sweet hymns

For nothing is better than praising Him.