First post.....I'm going out to see my Father's World - by Maltbie Babcock 1901

This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:  He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass
He speaks to me everywhere.

There are 4 more verses, but we'll start here.  This site is for those who, are going out to see my Father's World.

Can you image the sounds these snow geese were making?