Depressed I was, at all my plight, in God's creation bright.
Confused and then intrigued I was, before I saw the light.
The rainbow winked at mustard seed, the mustard seed at tree.
The tree winked at the lily then, and lily at the bee.
The bee winked at the honey and the honey at the sun -
and then the sunshine winked at me, the sad and lonely one.
Asked I, "What's all this winking- this winking all about?"
And that's when God's creation welled and started then to shout,
"We're free! We're free, to do all that we can!
And we've no need to shed the tears of lost and sinful man!"
I asked them, how in unison, their spirits could be raised -
and questioned the beginnings of such kind and winking ways...
The bee said that the honey glowed and smiled at everyone.
The lily said the honey bee had smiled when he was done.
The lily smiled at the tree, the tree at mustard seed.
The mustard seed smiled at the warmth that did its gracious deed.
Said rainbow then, "I swear to you, the sun had smiled like this."
And that's when God's own sunshine had, embraced me in its kiss.
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