Could it be in the faces in the clouds
When we are gathered in a crowd
Clouds that look like someone we know
Someone perhaps from long ago
Could it be in the gentle breeze
Suddenly pausing through the trees
Brown, yellow, orange, gold, red, and green
Leaves such vibrant colors seen
Could it be in the brilliant blending of hues
On the artist's canvas a painting to amuse
Beautiful green blades of carpet grass
Someone finding a four-leaf clover at last
Could it be in the rain wetting our face
Umbrellas going up hurrying to a dry place
Glorious skies turning from blue to gray
Stormy weather on the way
Could it be in the sun's rays shining bright
Changing the darkened night into daylight
The generous sun warming our skin
Making us feel alive again
Could it be in the sparkling twinkling stars
Glowing in the skies above us quite far
The half or fullness of the moon
Never coming out at noon
Could it be in the seasons frosty fall
Nothing like living thorough them all
All great lovely creatures big and small
Each hearing their own unique call
Could it be in the air we breathe that shifts
In the falling snow that drifts
Wondrous creations do their part
It could be in all creations, a masterpiece of art
