"You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands."
- Isaiah 55:12

Woodpecker works,
Breeze whispers its praise,
And all the trees of the field clap their hands.

Flycatcher sings, 
Breeze sighs in delight, 
And all the trees of the field clap their hands.

Fuzzy-tailed acrobat leaps from limb to limb,
Breeze gasps in surprise,
And all the trees of the field clap their hands.

Housecat hunts,
Breeze takes in breath, 
And all the trees of the field clap their hands.

Rabbit runs,
Breeze exhales,
And all the trees of the field clap their hands.

Sun journeys through the sky,
Breeze whistles the world to attention, 
And all the trees of the field wave and sway and clap their hands.

It’s nice to know—
How little this world needs me, 
How even when the crowds fade and the publishers quit calling,
It will go on in endless applause.

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