I see a masterpiece
above the sky
which constantly updates
its view on high.
The Master, He’s always there
but His hand is nowhere
to be found!

I taste the sweetest
honey drops
from golden honey comb.
But the One who puts
hides behind the bush
and flowery beds
where angels tread on foot!

I feel the waft
right behind my back
that wipes away
a tiring day.
Yet the lips that blow
turns His back around
and blows to others too!

I smell the scent
of burnt incense
and the morning breath
of earth on spring.
But it clings not long
it fades away
to go and come again!

I hear the songs
with merry tunes
and zeal of life
that sings away my strife.
But the songbird
wears a silken cloak
to preserve her grand surprise!