Canticle of the Sun

The heavens are telling the glory of God,
And all creation is shouting for joy!
Come, dance in the forest, come, play in the field,
And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord!

Praise for the sun,
The bringer of day,
He carries the light
Of the Lord in his rays;
The moon and the stars
Who light up the way
Unto your throne!

Praise for the wind
That blows through the trees,
The seas' mighty storms, the gentlest breeze;
They blow where they will,
They blow where they please
To please the Lord!

Praise for the rain
That waters our fields,
And blesses our crops
So all the earth yields;
From death unto life her mystery revealed
Springs forth in joy!

Praise for the fire
Who gives us his light,
The warmth of the sun
To brighten our night;
He dances with joy,
His spirit so bright,
He sings of you!