An Aspen Serenade

Look up look up 
The aspens bid 
Silent sentinels 
Waiting expectantly 
To quiver once more  
On unseen breeze
Abandoned unto joy
Tiny clapping cymbals
Hung on slender petioles
An airy symphony 

For whose ears
This silent tinkling 
For creatures here 
Or those with angel wings 
Is the breeze itself 
The wake of joyous cherubs 
Chasing amongst branches 
Tempests and raging wind 
Evidence of angels 
Battling principalities 

Is this leafy dance
Inspiration for human song
A quiet display
Of creation rejoicing 
Look up, my soul 
Let cobwebs sweep away
Please, leaves, quiver again
Tremble as the violin
Carry me to Heaven’s place 
Of endless glad refrain  

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LORD, thank You for the beauty of Your creation. For evidences and reminders You are here. For the ceaseless praise lifted to You by bursting blooms and quivering leaves, branches reaching upwards to Your light. May my arms, my being, lift in praise, too, LORD. Thank you for the bounteous reminders to rejoice in You always. In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.

Isaiah 55:11-12 NKJV
“So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth. It shall not return to Me void, but I shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it. 
For you shall out with joy, and be led out with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth into singing before you, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.”