From misty mores to rainbows bright, <br /> each was created for our delight. <br /> Each, created in such wonder and love, <br /> from a touch of the Master's hand above. <br /> Whether, rippling brook or waterfall, <br /> His mighty hand has made them all. <br /> God fills our world with these lovely things, <br /> and to mostly all gives different wings. <br /> Flowers float like butterfly wings, <br /> and like every masterpiece of bird that sings. <br /> These flowers fly on silent wings to Summer's ground, <br /> and like Autumn leaves never make one sound. <br /> He puts silver wings on snow and rain, <br /> as they lightly dance on our windowpane. <br /> God, even gives the sky some wings, <br /> as clouds go drifting by like airborne things. <br /> To even quiet and gusty winds that fly by, <br /> and that fierce lightning that streaks across the Summer sky. <br /> Wings to every bug and bee that buzzes by, <br /> also to the days on wings that seem to fly. <br /> As does His light that reveals the grandeur of all things, <br /> while we rest so safely, "under the shadow of His wings."<br /><br />Emeline Pennock Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/different-wings/
