The evening light filters through the dappled leaves br as sunset brings a restful gentle breeze br and softly sways the branches with such ease br as melting wispy cotton coloured clouds br drift over trees’ leafy covered crowns. br A thousand leaves whisper as they play br on the gentle gusting gusts of an ending day br and as they whisper in a hush they quietly say br we are all so very different in shape and hue br but all the same in our respect of You. br On the ground a lowly buttercup, yellow glows br and in its glowing gladly golden grows br surviving mowing and our feet, the balls we throw br proudly it announces that, the sun it knows br and absorbing all the goodness from the earth below br Your splendour in abundance it surely shows. br The evening sun is setting, dusk descends br the golden buttercup below br and sun lit dappled leaves above br tell me all I need to know, about Your love.