I seek you not far way from me
I can see you clearly from where I stand
I'm looking at your hand upon a bough of a tree
And your divine performance in the flight of a bird
I can see your face painted on the rock
And your anger is clear in the violent storm
I can see your smile in the rising sun
And all of your beauty in the shinning moon
I can hear your voice when the birds sing
And your Divine whispers in the blowing wind
I can see the color of your clothes in the rainbow
And tell your beauty from the look of a butterfly
I can see your work wherever I turn my eyes
And tell the difference between the truth and lies.