Praise be to you Lord
You show the wonders of your love.
You show the depth and breadth of your love
In all you have created.
I cannot count the tones and shades of all the colours of your creation.
I cannot count the variety of shapes of leaves you have made.
I cannot count the different blooms you have hand-painted.
I cannot count the variety of fragrances within those blooms,
Each one evoking a unique emotion in me.
I cannot count the trees with which you respirate our world.
I cannot count the different shapes, smooth and rugged with which you have sculpted the land.
Almighty Creator, thank you.
You spoil me.
You spoil us all.