Praises To Thee Poem by Ana Liza Corpuz Nabor

The verdant mantle of the plains and hills,
Shouts the sole unfathomable Power.
There blooms the little yellow daffodils
Swaying hand in hand with the wind.
The breadth and heights ofvirgin grooves,
Calls a heart to extol its beauty.

The tiniest rejoice.
So the trees, lifts their leafy boughs;
Others bow for exultation.
Together all things-
howl, scream, soar, outcry
their heartful Adoration.
Oh Self-Same Power! Your mercy overflows.