Reflections from the leaves,
Green and bright,
Branches waving
In the glorious light.
Glory to God,
Clapping trees say,
Glory to God
On this glorious day.
The birds echo this song,
Dance does the butterfly,
Streams splash with praise
Of God on High.

I join them in song,
My natural friends,
For surely their love
For God never ends.
Season after season,
Year after year,
The joy of their symphony
Rings ever clear.
They do not tire,
Their song grows not old,
No coin do they bear,
Yet richer than gold.
For they live by God's will,
The bird and the tree,
They live by His word,
Bringing Him glory.
With them I shall
Sing all my days,
With them I shall
Lift songs of praise.
I shall joyfully clap
With the trees,
I shall live for God,
His heart to please.

With the birds too
I shall sing,
Glory to God,
My Father, my King.
With the butterfly
Dance shall I,
Grateful to be loved
By the Most High.
Surely life is a song,
Yea, a sweet symphony,
Life is a song
To bring God glory.
The birds echo this song,
Dance does the butterfly,
Streams splash with praise
Of God on High.
Glory to God,
I hear the trees say,
Glory to God
On this glorious day.
So with waving leaves,
Green and bright,
I praise my sweet Jesus
And His glorious Light.