With creation

I feel the wind on my back with energy so strong, I could lean on it. Then it whispers and whistles so creative and new, I could talk to it. While the birds join in with chirrups and songs, my heart sings with it. And around me twirls shimmering petals and leaves I long to dance with it. I run with the stream laughing and gurgling over rocks, laughing with it. My Creator, _ I think of the little I'm told of a life that you hold, and there must be more to it.